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Revisiting The Coronavirus Pandemic Again: Really?

Masked Woman on Train - pandemic

The coronavirus pandemic has been all over my Threads app this last week. Even though it has been six years, bringing it up again caused many of us to relive the horror.

In my award-winning book, Coronavirus Reflections: Bitter or Better?, I shared how I handled this life-changing event and made a choice. Here’s a sample chapter, chapter eighteen, that I named the book after. As I do so often, I mix a combination of prose and poetry. In this book I started each chapter with a pertinent quote and a relative picture, then I added pictures throughout (I’m a visual person) and ended with a question to ponder.

Chapter Eighteen

CORONAVIRUS REFLECTIONS: BITTER OR BETTER?

“By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.”

Confucius

September 6, 2020

Bitter or better, that’s the question! Life often hands us problems to deal with, and we choose how to tackle them. For me, either I get bitter or better as a result. But never in my life have I had to handle what 2020 handed the world. Like everyone else, that was one issue that I had no idea how to deal with. I assumed 2020 would be a repeat performance of 2019, so I couldn’t foresee what a test we would face.

Nevertheless, the coronavirus’s impact continues to affect our lives six months later. Normal life activities came to a screeching standstill. 193,000+ people have lost their lives. Families have lost loved ones. People have lost jobs, and businesses have suffered extreme losses. For many, it’s been a psychological affront causing depression and anxiety. I have been one of the fortunate ones, not experiencing the extremes of the pandemic.

But even though I haven’t experienced the dire side of this catastrophe, I have been affected, as have so many other people, each in our own ways.

Some have become bitter over mandated requirements, like social distancing and/or masks. People dubbed as “Karens” or “Kens” have violently erupted at various store clerks asking compliance to safety measures.

Bitter during the pandemic drawaing

Many worldwide bitter rebels have actively protested against these measures, like one organized event on September 15, “World Anti-Mask Protest.” Others continue to believe this is a hoax and vehemently denounce the virus and any of the safety requests. Some have become better, deciding to look at this respite as a time to stop the crazy pace of a busy 21st century life, slow down, help a neighbor, and go deeper on a spiritual quest. That’s what I decided to do early on. The pandemic made me fearful and anxious, and being able to stop and process what I was feeling helped me to feel more grounded and centered.

I became proficient at Zoom and participated in and hosted a multitude of Zoom meetings, which helped ease the isolation, especially with my recovery groups. I made a conscious choice.

Coronavirus Refections: Bitter or Better? during the pandemic

Coronavirus Reflection: Bitter or Better?

September 5, 2020

For six months
The coronavirus rages
Then ebbs and flows.
Never have I faced
Anything like this!

I remember
The polio scare
As a child,
A far-away bogeyman
That didn’t touch me.
But nothing like this.

Today, quarantined
Deaths
Shelter-in-place
Fear
Confusion,
Who do you believe?

My lifestyle drastically altered
NO dancing
NO traveling
NO interaction
With people.

I have flirted with bitterness
The vile taste of resentments
Discourages
My lingering there long.
I can’t afford to hang around long.

But the good news:
I’ve stayed healthy
My family has, too!

So, I choose to reflect.
Has this focused time
Made me
Bitter
Or better?

Stripped
Of normal life
And activity,
I sat quietly
Listened
Breathed deeply.

I watched my husband
Gather his strength
In his garden
Working with his hands
His mind
His soul.

I celebrate this man
I quarantined with.

I gathered my own strength
In words
Working with my hands
My mind
My soul.

I focused on
The Flippo biography — my latest book project
Which helped alter the horrible state
Of our world,
A true escape for me.

In this forced respite,
I reconnected with
My God,
In a time of needed solace
Myself,
Exploring reactions and feelings
To this fearful situation:

My husband,
A good person to
Be quarantined with.

I cleaned out age-old belongings.
I connected with people on Zoom.
I wrote poetry,
Diving deep
Into the abyss of
Doubt and despair
and
Faith and feelings!
I had weekly phone dates
With hurting friends.

To be honest, I had moments of bitterness
Hot August Nights weekend canceled
So, I scheduled a Zoom party
With long-time friends.

Yes, I missed
Weekly face-to-face recovery meetings
Monthly visits to our ranch
And my brother
Family gatherings
Square and round dances
Travel
Friends

But I didn’t waste time long in bitterness.

Today, I relish all of those much more,
Hungry for their return.
I savor what they
Brought into my life,
How they enriched me.

When this time of trial is over,
I will step up and say,
It made me better
And that feels good!

I bask in this capsule of time
That I used to benefit
My growth.

Bitter or better
The choice is yours!

There was a moment when I lay in the sun where I had a flash of absolute connectedness and saw both the bitter and the better demonstrated in Lin’s rose garden, so I played with a poem.

My favorite salmon colored roses in Lin's garden - pandemic

I Sunbathed in the Roses

September 5, 2020

A petal floated on the breeze
Slowly
Settling on my forehead.
Another landed on my stomach
Bright red in color
Matching my sunburned skin.

A plush cushion of white rose petals
Gathered as my supple pillow.
Ivory-colored roses climbed
The trellis
Near my feet
And tickled my toes.

Salmon-colored roses
Guarded my heart
And created a
Vibrant crown for my brow!

A bright golden bouquet kissed
The sun
As their next-of-kin
And brushed my cheek
With their satiny lips.

Peach roses danced
In the gentle wind,
A soft waltz
In a lavish gown.

To sunbathe
In the midst of roses
Soothes
Every ache
Every pain
A galaxy of color.

These flower friends lift me
To the heavens,
A multi-colored celebration
Of life and love,
Surround me in our deep connection.

Hummingbirds dive bomb my head,
Enchanted with the color
And the nectar.
I’ve invaded their sanctuary.

Lay still!
I can’t!
I feel the prick of . . .
Yes, thorns,
Slightly.
Careful where I lay,
But one foot strays
A little,
And I jerk it back.

A reminder,
Sometimes pain hides in beauty,
But mostly
A restful soul
A quiet spirit
Surrounded by
A circle of roses,
My friends!

Yes, I have a choice anytime life deals me a blow—will the experience make me bitter, resentful, and angry? Or will I take advantage of the opportunity present and plunge into a deeper relationship

with myself and my God and become better?

I choose better.

I choose finding new passions, rediscovering old ones. Also, I choose laughing with my loved ones, even if it’s over Zoom. I choose to slow down and sunbathe in the roses.

YOUR REFLECTIONS:

Has the coronavirus pandemic of 2020 left you bitter or better? Why?

Larada Horner-Miller, Coronavirus Reflections: Bitter or Better?, (Horner Publishing Company, 2022), 159-169.


So, here we are again, and once again I choose to be better, not bitter about the pandemic. This chapter noted how I felt in September 2020. If you have any residual pain leftover from the pandemic, I hope this book helps you heal. That’s its whole purpose! And I will be featuring it this month

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Bitter or better? It’s your choice—even today!

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Christmas · Christmas · Memories · MY LIFE · My Thoughts

A Lit Candle & My Hair: July is Almost Over

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July is almost over, and a lit candle played an important part in this book and influenced its title. I’ve enjoyed featuring my book, Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir during this summer month. I hope your heart has been warmed with my story of cutting down our Christmas tree on our family ranch.

To end the month, here’s a humorous piece with a lit candle for your reading pleasure!

Anticipation filled my heart.
We had practiced our Christmas pageant
several times,
Rehearsed and rehearsed.
I felt it was a winner.
I was young—maybe five or six.
I had a minor part, but it loomed large in my
heart.
I was an angel, one of several.

Yet I felt special!
I loved my white gown (cut from a sheet),
my wings (cut from white paper)
and halo (a golden contraption that hovered
over my head),
and my candle I carried (in my hands, no
holder).
Teacher promised we would light it that night
But not during our practice.

Our teacher warned us each rehearsal:
the candles will be lit,
allow enough space between you and the angel
ahead of you!

When the big night came for our Christmas
pageant, I dressed.
Mom curled my shoulder-length strawberry
blonde hair.
It hung down to my shoulders in soft curls.
Before donning my halo, she sprayed an aura of
her hair spray
which surprised me! She had never done that
before!

Mom and Dad took me and my brother to our
little country church.
I waved goodbye to them
and joined the others downstairs.
Excitement filled the air.
The teacher had Mary and Joseph lead the
processional.
Next, the three shepherds fell in behind the holy
couple.
The group of angels lined up after them—my
turn!

The teacher passed out the candles, unlit.
It was time.

I stepped in line with a schoolmate behind me.
Soon the teacher came by and lit our candles,
whispering her warnings once again!

She had placed a paper shield around the
candle
to protect our hands from the dripping wax!
Oh, there was so much to watch with a lit
candle!

Up the stairs we went,
and the pageant proceeded as normal.

Then, for some reason, the angel group crowded
together
instead of spacing out like our teacher suggested.
It was our time and the angel bunching
continued.
Suddenly someone screamed, “Your hair is on
fire!”

Quickly my teacher rushed over with a rolled
paper
and whacked me on the head,
putting out the fire.

This haphazard event left me with singed hair,
and the burnt smell lingered.
Yes, it was a memorable Christmas,
and the pageant went on!

Our teachers served refreshments
Afterwards downstairs.
No one mentioned my hair
Or the fire!

Larada Horner-Miller, Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir, (Horner Publishing Company, 2023), 25-27.


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A lit candle in a church Christmas program could have been a disaster! Heartwarming—humorous! Yes, during this month of July, I have shared with you that Hair on Fire celebrates my Christmases and all the emotions that came with it.

Hopefully, when you read the book, you have laughed, shed a tear and finished it, satisfied that I have sparked a memory or two or your own that has laid hidden.


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A lit candle and my hair!

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MY LIFE · My Thoughts · My Writing

The Woman Behind Hair on Fire: Celebrate Christmas in July

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Time Measured Out! - woman

Meet the woman, Larada Horner-Miller, behind ten books, especially Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir, as we celebrate Christmas in July. Hair on Fire is her eighth book. This article reveals the woman and her journey behind all of her books.


THE ARCHITECTURE OF

HEALING

AN ANALYTICAL PROFILE OF AUTHOR LARADA

The journey toward becoming a published author is rarely defined by a singular epiphany; more often, it is an accumulation of experiences that gradually erode the barrier between the act of living and the act of creating. For the writer known as Larada, this process spanned decades, rooted in the classroom and nurtured by the quiet observation of the world. Her transition from a middle-school language arts teacher to an independent author was not merely a change in profession, but a shift in orientation. It was a realization that the stories she had been guiding her students to uncover were, in fact, the same stories she had been carrying within herself.

To understand Larada’s approach to prose, one must understand her background as a literature instructor. For years, she operated in a pedagogical space where she wrote alongside her students, utilizing techniques popularized by authors like Natalie Goldberg in Writing Down the Bones. This was not a passive practice. By engaging in the immediate, raw act of writing, she watched her students’ attitudes shift from obligation to discovery. This experience taught her that writing is not a destination; it is a discipline. It showed her that the act of bringing thought to paper has a tangible, transformative effect on one’s worldview.

This history of teaching informs every aspect of her narrative structure today. Her prose carries the clarity of an educator who understands how to communicate complex emotional states to a broad audience without resorting to intellectual gatekeeping. She treats her books as environments where the reader is invited to explore alongside her, much like the students she once guided.

Larada’s bibliography defies the traditional urge to categorize an author by a single medium. Her work flows fluidly between reflective prose and moving poetry, a duality she treats as a natural extension of her internal state. She does not make a conscious decision to write in one format over another; rather, she allows the subject matter to dictate the form. For Larada, poetry acts as the bedrock of her creative output. Her first book, This Tumbleweed Landed, set the stage for a trajectory that would eventually lead to the extensive five-book poetry series, Time Measured Out.

In these works, she treats poetry as a vehicle for transparency. Where long-form prose might require the slow buildup of a narrative arc, her poetry captures the immediacy of a specific moment. It is a method of making the ephemeral permanent-a way to freeze a feeling or an observation so that it can be examined and shared. This poetic sensibility bleeds into her longer prose as well, giving her writing a rhythmic, measured quality that is uncommon in contemporary fiction.

A global perspective permeates Larada’s work, influenced by a lifestyle defined by travel and an active resistance to the sedentary nature of traditional writing routines. Her immersion in Spanish language studies at the university level provided her with a gateway to magical realism, a framework that has become a recurring motif in her aesthetic. This was solidified during a trip to the Mayan ruins of Coba in the Yucatan Peninsula in 1986.

Walking the jungle paths, she observed the scene with a writer’s eye: an iguana on a ledge, the ruins rising out of the dense jungle foliage, and the buzzing of bees around orchids. This was not merely scenery; it was a catalyst for temporal collapse. When she later captured this in poetry, the lines felt less like a recollection and more like a ritual. She was no longer a summer traveler; she felt as though she were participating in the history of the site in 900 A.D. This realization-that words have the capacity to make a moment transparent and alive-cemented her commitment to the craft of imagery.

When Will Papa Get Home? - woman

In her historical fiction, such as When Will Papa Get Home?, Larada engages in a delicate act of invention. The narrative was rooted in the oral histories of her childhood, yet she introduced a protagonist, Maria, who was entirely fictionalized. The work’s success is defined by how easily the line between fact and fiction was blurred for those closest to the author. When a family member, who served as a primary reader, questioned the identity of Maria, convinced she was a real person from their past, the success of the project was solidified.

This anecdote underscores Larada’s objective: to construct worlds that feel inevitable, even when they are built from nothing. She does not aim to recreate the past with academic precision; she aims to recreate the *emotional truth* of the past. By doing so, she invites the reader to project their own experiences onto the page, making the story a collaborative effort between the author’s construction and the reader’s memory.

Perhaps the most challenging aspect of Larada’s current output is her commitment to the genre of auto-fiction. She approaches her writing as a vehicle for healing, not merely for herself, but as a roadmap for her readership. Her advice to aspiring writers is urgent: do not wait. Having published her first book in her late 50s, she speaks with the clarity of one who recognizes the finite nature of time. She is currently deep in the process of her 11th manuscript, an auto-fiction project that she characterizes as the most grueling of her career.

This manuscript fictionalizes a deeply vulnerable part of her own life story as an incest survivor. It is a project she began in 2016, allowed to rest for a decade, and returned to only when the emotional distance was sufficient to navigate the material. This commitment to the most difficult subject matter is the core of Larada’s philosophy. She argues that growth is always possible, even in the center of deep loss or trauma. Her work is an invitation to resist the pull of negativity and to find spiritual grounding in the midst of hardship. If a reader closes her books and walks away with nothing else, she hopes they carry the conviction that transformation is not an event, but an ongoing, accessible process.


The woman behind all ten books is exposed here. Hopefully, you view this woman differently after reading this article.

Larada Horner-Miller, the Woman
Larada Horner-Miller, the Woman

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Books · Christmas · family · Memories · Mom · My Thoughts

Holiday Magic: A Mid-Summer Touch of Christmas

Holiday Magic

Do you need some holiday magic right now? While the July heat has us all reaching for extra ice in our tea, my thoughts have been drifting toward a different kind of warmth—the kind that comes from a crackling fireplace, the scent of fresh pine, and the chaotic joy of a family gathered together.

They say it’s never too early to start celebrating, so today I’m bringing a little “Christmas in July” to my blog. I’m featuring my memoir, Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir. This book is a collection of my favorite festive memories—from the spiritual beauty of the season to those hilarious, “only-in-our-family” moments that make the holidays so unforgettable.

Whether you’re a long-time reader or new to my stories, I hope this snippet brings a smile to your face and a bit of holiday spirit to your summer day.

Cutting Down a Christmas Tree - Holiday Magic

We never bought a Christmas tree when I was growing up. Why would we? Growing up in southeastern Colorado, we could choose a tree on our family ranch to become our star Christmas tree every year —free for the selection and lots of fun.

Mom and I would start looking for the year’s Christmas tree in October, during hunting season, as we walked the canyons, measuring trees in our minds.

“There’s the perfect one.” Mom pointed to a small three-foot piñon pine tree that she wanted to put up on the coffee table. She went on and on about the virtues of a small tree. Dad, Bub, my brother, and I moaned and groaned. Oh, not this again, but we knew her—she always wanted a small tree, and we didn’t.

Driving a little farther near the canyon, I spotted a regal six-foot piñon pine tree and exclaimed, “Here it is! Let’s mark this one. This is it, for sure—our Christmas tree for this year.”

Dad and Bub nodded their heads in agreement. We continued our lighthearted banter back and forth about small trees versus big trees. Then we would continue our task of hunting for deer to have venison for the winter. This routine repeated itself throughout the months of October and November and into the beginning of December if Dad or Bub didn’t get a deer. With the three of us outnumbering her, Mom often lost the tree size debate.

One year, though, we three “big Christmas tree lovers” overdid ourselves.

It was early December, and the time had come to cut down our tree. For some reason, Mom didn’t go—too busy baking our fudge, divinity, and other Christmas goodies. Without her there, the three of us could choose a big tree that year with no fuss. We scouted out the ones I had mentally marked throughout the fall, but Dad and Bub spied one they wanted that wasn’t on the list. The saw came out, and they cut it down as a team, laughing about how Mom would react.

Yes, it looked fabulous out on the ranch against the deep blue sky and the snow drifts surrounding it. We admired our tree and laughed about Mom’s possible response. What added to the joy of our selection—it was our first year in our new home with much higher ceilings, so the taller the tree, the better.

As we drove home, we prepared for Mom’s comments, rehearsing our answers to her probing questions. We drove up to the front of our house and backed the pickup into the driveway so it would be easier to get the tree out. Already Dad and Bub had lamented about the sticky sap on their hands.

My part of the plan was to distract Mom while the guys brought the tree up. I hurried up the walk to get to Mom before she could see what we brought. She stuck her head out the door, quizzing me about the size. Kidding her, I replied, “It’s your size.” Her laugh told me she didn’t believe it.

Normally Dad could carry our tree by himself, but it took both Dad and Bub to carry this one up the sidewalk and lay it on the front porch. As I stood measuring the tree in my mind, the tree seemed to go on forever.

Dad retrieved his hacksaw from the pickup and cut the bottom of the stump off evenly, a usual practice to fit it in the tree stand. The savory pine sap aroma filled the air. Still on its side, he easily slid it into the stand, tightened the bolts, and they stood it up. In our excitement to find the best tree, and thinking our ceiling higher than it was, we made a major mistake!

I held the screen door open, but already I realized we were    in trouble. Bub and Dad wrestled to get the tree through the door. They tried to carry it upright in the stand, but it wouldn’t fit, so they laid it out lengthwise and finally shoved it through. Thank God it was freshly cut or pine needles would have scattered everywhere!

Mom watched this show with amusement but was wise enough not to say anything. Dad and Bub set the stand on the floor by the front window, which Mom had cleared to showcase our tree to the passing traffic, and raised the tree.

All four of us gasped at the same time—the tree reached the ceiling and curled down at least a foot! What were we to do now?

Mom finally chimed in, “Don’t forget to leave room for the star on top.”

Dad took control. “That’s easily fixed.” He and Bub wrestled the tree out the door again. Once it was on the porch, Dad cut a foot and a half off the stump of the tree, and a few lower branches, and brought the shortened tree in and set it up. Dad’s precision cut allowed just enough room for our traditional angel on top.

We stood back and admired our beautiful six-foot-plus piñon pine tree. Already its aromatic fragrance filled the room. Our decorations were stacked in boxes nearby, so now the fun of decorating began.

After our sigh of relief and chuckles, Mom took one last look at our tree before decorating and said, “Next year I’m for sure going with you three so we can get a smaller tree.”

We all laughed, happy with our selection.

© Horner Publishing Company 2023

In 2024, I wrote in my blog about where this advertising idea of Christmas in July came from and shared another chapter of this book:

Do you cut down your own tree now? Did you do it as a child? Any favorite memories? What holiday magic did you enjoy?

Larada Horner-Miller - holiday magic
I believe in holiday magic all year long!


Don’t let the summer heat keep you from the holiday spirit. For a limited time starting July 13, you can grab your copy of Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming and Humorous Christmas Memoir for just $9.50 (normally $15.00)!

Whether you’re looking for a laugh or a touch of seasonal magic to brighten your July, this is the perfect time to add this collection of memories to your shelf, holiday magic ahead of time.

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