There are days when life blindsides you. This is one of those days. 

When I checked my email this morning, I had a notice for a new entry on a blog I read. It was THIS.

Katherine Jackson’s pen name was Leonora Smythe and she was a strong, opinionated, direct, smart, and generous person. We first crossed paths when she commented on a few of my fiction pieces. I often commented on her blogs (see below) and she in mine, and we sparred — as I do with many — both in jest and in discussions about serious topics.

We didn’t always agree, and that’s more than OK. She offered perspectives I did not have and broadened my understanding of the world, or at least the parts of it I had no direct exposure to. She was one of a few handful of people whose opinions I trust and respect.

She was helpful and supportive when it came to writing and I would have trusted her to edit my stuff if and when it came to it.

I don’t know the details of her passing and it wouldn’t change anything if I did. Besides, I don’t know her family and I have no desire to intrude in their grief.

Yet, I felt the need to acknowledge that she was here, that she mattered. The only way I have is through this blog

I don’t claim or express more than the acknowledgment that she was someone worth knowing and worth remembering and I don’t want to imply a closeness more than that of two people who exchanged ideas and crossed paths in one area of mutual interest.

Like before, I’m closing the comments on this post, but that didn’t stop people the last time I announced someone’s death. I’m not sure how else to dissuade people from offering condolences and sympathetic comments that will accomplish little more than making me uncomfortable. 

This post is in the memory of roughseasinthemed . . . she was a prolific and eclectic blogger. If interested, read a little about this lady, and that is enough.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.


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