If humans had taglines, what would yours be?
Compassion, Compassion, Compassion
If humans had taglines, what would yours be?
Compassion, Compassion, Compassion

I spent five days this week recording short videos for my new book, In the Time of Coronavirus, Reflecting on the Past to Embrace a Joyful Future. I am uncomfortable promoting the book. I am not made for publicity and sales. They are not my strengths. But I am willing to move out of my comfort zone (though is life ever really comfortable?) and attempt to promote my book by sharing self-care tips from the paperback.
The lighting has been all wrong. I jerry-rigged a desk and a stack of books to record the videos. And, I have no idea how to edit , so you can see m turning the record button on and off. I see wonderful, professionally styled videos on TikTok. But every time I go to the app, I am flummoxed and can’t figure out some of the simplest issues.
I imagine I’ll learn through trial and error. Or I can hope to befriend a much younger person who can guide me past my antiquated ways. In the meantime, I will hobble along posting substandard clips. Hopefully the featured self-care tips will be value-added on these amateur endeavors. In the meantime, I’m living and learning.
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This Tuesday I become a published author with In the Time of Coronavirus, Reflecting on the Past to Embrace a Joyful Future. To that end I am doing everything I know to do to promote this book, working to get it into stores, sites and libraries and into readers’ hands. It is a daunting task. I am overwhelmed, yet very excited.
I am grateful to all of you who pre-ordered the book. Not only does your support mean the world to me, but it also provides a small foothold into the publishing world. Any reviews to Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes and Noble or other review outlets would be greatly appreciated. I am not comfortable asking for your support, and yet, I am willing to step out of my comfort zone to say please and thank you.
I am hopeful that the book will provide some support for its readers. Given today and days ahead with much to accomplish, I am writing a short blog. Wishing you a lovely weekend, and again, thank you.

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How could it be that the weather in New York City is better than the weather here in Los Angeles? This is my second trip in the last few years and it’s also the second time when it’s too chilly to enjoy the “always” good weather of L.A. As the day goes on the sun warms the streets, not to a perfectly mid-70s day, but at least the temperature rises to the high 60s.
I booked a hotel with a pool, but I don’t know if the heated water will keep me warm in the early hours of the morning. It would be great to swim as the sun rises. I imagine I’ll wake up early since it’s three hours later in New York, and I have yet to adjust to West Coast time.
As it turns out the pool is properly heated and my solo swim at 7 am was long and luxurious. No one came to the pool, and I was able to have an under-water meditation in motion. A great way to start my day.
I will be attending a wedding, one that I’m very much looking forward to. I already had a chance to catch up and laugh with friends, and tonight I can continue with that. There’s something so special about meeting up with friends when it feels as if no time at all has gone by, even if our hair is greyer and our joints are creakier.
I had to shorten this trip to get ready for my book launch on June 4th. I’m glad I came, but there are endless list of things to get done to try to make this book a success. Though, it’s already a success if I consider all that I’ve learned in the process. Not always easy or fun, but lessons well learned, nevertheless. I’m happy to enjoy this short break with friends, and I’ll be happy to be home to race against the clock in accomplishing all the lies ahead.
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I was nervous. I had agreed to participate in a Zoom panel which included reading from my pre-published book, In the Time of Coronavirus. but it’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to a group. As I was practicing, reading the blog post a few times, I noticed my voice sounded like it was stuck in my throat. I did not think that was a good thing.
It’s allergy season. I hadn’t grown up with allergies. That role was my brother Joel’s realm. He was racked with sniffling and sneezing in the spring with hay fever, pollen allergies and more. As much as he loved little league, his nose itched on third base. I wondered if he could even see the ball given his watery eyes. He did well enough. But it was not until now, in my mid-sixties, that I can appreciate what he’s gone through his entire life.
Allergies are not pleasant. And even less so when I want to read with authority. But I needn’t have worried. When I looked at the attendees, I noticed so many kind and supportive faces and names, both those I knew, and those who came for the other authors. I settled in, allergies and all, and listened to the two other panelists, knowing it was better for me, and for them, that I stay focused with what they were reading rather than reside in my head worried about how I would do.
In fact, the show of support helped me to feel grateful, which in turn buoyed me to simply read and not watch my own performance. I’m not sure how I did, but the experience was extremely fulfilling. It’s so easy to be grateful when in the presence of caring individuals.
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In thinking about what to write this week I wondered if I should write about Mother’s Day. But I decided that rather than writing more on the day that brings up so much for so many, I’ll limit my input by briefly folding it into the self-care tips, Then there have been amazing pictures online of the rare Aurelia Borealis. Though I didn’t witness it myself, those who captured the colorful wonder have posted images that defy words. What I’ve settled on is to say that when I reread my book a couple of months ago, In the Time of Coronavirus, for the last look before submitting it for publication, I became very uset. I thought, “Who do I think I am?’ and “what could I have been thinking?” and, “This is bad. I’m so embarrassed!” I have a long history of berating myself. At that moment I questioned my writing, and my hubris for thinking I could put a book out into the world.
I very down on myself. But I had gotten so far and I decided to give the final go-ahead, knowing I’d have to with all my feelings. It had been a dream of mine to be an author, and it was okay if this was my first, if flawed, book. I had learned a lot and I still have a lot to learn, so this would be a dream come true, even if there were things that upset me.
Once it was in pre-publication, the publishing date is June 4th, a few early reviews came in. They were very positive. The reviewers didn’t know me, nor did they have any incentive to write nice things about the book. Once I read a couple, I realized how hard I had been on myself, and, in turn, the book. Maybe I was simply wrong. Or I had unreasonable expectations. Not a rare trait. Just ask my family. I am grateful that others have been able to appreciate what I couldn’t. Though I know it’s probable that there will be mixed reviews, depending on the reader, it’s nice to know it will find its audience, and that is just fine.
Here are a few quotes from the reviews:
From Kirkus:
“Zinn writes in an unadorned style that feels both accessible and intimate. She discusses her subjects with gentle authority while making no claims to having all the answers.”
And:
“A pandemic remembrance that succeeds as both memoir and self-help guide.”
From the Book Commentary:
“In her poignant collection of reflections and self-care strategies, In the Time of Coronavirus, Janet Zinn examines the tumultuous landscape of the pandemic with grace and wisdom.”
And:
“This book might be about coping with the COVID-19 pandemic, but its wisdom is timeless, a message to accompany and inspire readers through any difficult moment.”
From The Feathered Quill:
“With its intimacy centering on Zinn’s experiences and its universality deftly depicted to reach the hearts and minds of others, her book is sure to fulfill the purpose she envisioned.”
And:
“ Janet Zinn’s self-help manual, In the Time of Coronavirus, offers an empathic, week-by-week view of the effects of coronavirus restrictions that will be read and appreciated by anyone seeking to solve a large variety of life’s problems.”
Though I was harsh with no clear perspective, I am open to the fact that my opinion in that dark place was purely subjective. I’m hopeful that other readers will find In the Time of Coronavirus useful and supportive when life’s difficulties emerge. In the end, my first book served its author when I was being too tough on myself.
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I enjoyed a long walk in Riverside Park this weekend. It’s been a few years, while in the darkest days of the pandemic, that I had visited the park by the Hudson River. Spring is gracing New York City with colorful blooms. On our sunnier days smiles are exchanged as strangers pass one another.

May has begun with a variety of weather fronts, one day I put away my winter wear only to take it off the top shelves the very next day. Though I am perplexed as to what to wear, I have no confusion when it comes to taking in the flowers and trees whenever I enter a park. I may be chilly, but I’m warmed by the bright colors on my walks.
I also find that after a day walking I sleep better. Always a gift for these tired bones.
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When I was younger and I upset someone, I would replay the incident over and over again. I found it intolerable that someone would be upset or angry with me. It felt devastating. I would apologize again and again, becoming a nuisance. Sometimes people would be more upset with my groveling than they were with the original upset. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. It felt like anything I did that hurt others was unforgivable. There was no fun to be had.
As a new age devotee in my late teens to early thirties I had embraced the idea of letting things go. But I didn’t know how to do that. I couldn’t let discriminatory situations go. I was beyond upset when I was judged unfairly. And, as explained, I couldn’t let things go when someone was upset with me.
In this time of polarization, and post-pandemic frustrations, we are seeing more and more people hold onto ideology that is not being played out on the world stage. It’s easy to look at the dismay and think that they should just let go of their fury. But that is easier said than done.
How many times have we been told, “Just let it go?” I think that usually tells us more about the person who is advocating for letting it go. I have found that letting go is a process. It is not something you can simply do at a moment’s notice. Though that seems to be the desire of others. We have not expanded our tolerance for differences, so it can play out that others tell us to let go so they can feel more comfortable.
Let us have patience with ourselves and others. Let’s work on soothing ourselves when we’re uncomfortable. That can be essential in the letting go process. When we aren’t fighting how we feel or how others feel, there is more space to let go. Or, even better, there’s more acceptance of what is. These are hard times. Let’s see what we can gain from the discomfort rather than continually trying to shut ourselves and others down.
Though I have no definitive answers, I do believe that self-compassion, compassion for others, as well as patience and kindness can be revolutionary acts in times of intolerance.
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Having lived as long as I have, visiting friends and family sometimes means travel. Following our amazing time in Mexico City we took a drive to the Teotihuacán Pyramids, which were magnificent. It’s a pre-historic Mayan city. To walk in the same steps as those who resided there thousands of years ago is a powerful experience. From there we traveled on to San Miguel de Allende, a lovely small city with an artistic soul.
It was there I enjoyed a reunion with Annie, a friend for almost forty years. It had been decades wince we saw each other. What a joy to share our memories while catching up with life now. She, like many expats, has made San Miguel her home.
Year after year Travel and Leisure names San Miguel de Allende one of the best places to retire. Though stunning, warm, and inviting, the cobblestones alone, not to mention the hilly landscape, are a deterrent as a retirement destination for me. Even so, it is easy to see the happiness of so many retired individuals.
While in San Miguel, thanks to Annie, we had a wonderful time sitting on porches and balconies, catching up while city life passed by. She created an amazing trip for us. We saw markets, architecture, historical churches, art galleries, resorts, and flora and fauna. We were all exhausted with the wealth of activities. The food and drinks were delicious, and laugher was our soundtrack.
I am so grateful for my wonderful friends, near and far. It makes for a rich life, indeed.
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Mexico City, Week Seventeen in the No Longer New Abnormal

Mexico City, what a vast and varied metropolis. The weather is perfect, cool mornings and warm afternoons with the sun shining. Though our time here is short, and I won’t have a chance to visit more than two museums, the Anthropology Museum and the Frida Kahlo house. Two spectacular museums from very different eras. I got lost in a large park yesterday enjoying the sculptures and the paths leading me out about a mile from my destination. There’s something so fun about losing my way and finding new people and places to enjoy.

The fruits and vegetables have been fresh and delicious. In fact most of the food here has been prepared with a love and pride of centuries of tradition. Each neighborhood feels distinct, and each block can vary within any given neighborhood. It is a spectacle for my eyes.

It also happens to be one of the most hospitable cities I’ve visited. Going on vacation, especially when it’s been delayed, and being treated so well only adds to the specialness of this time away. Though we still have much to see before we leave, I’m grateful to be here, so close to home yet worlds away.



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