Ethical dilemmas and other ramblings

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I recently served county jury duty for a half-day trial. Having previously served, I knew what to expect with the process…or so I thought. This case wasn’t as clear-cut as the situation three years ago. In this case, there just wasn’t any evidence presented for us to convict the defendant. The entire jury felt that the person was probably guilty, but based on what was given to us for the trial, we were unanimous in acquitting.

The whole situation made me wonder how many guilty people walk free due to technicalities that are actually designed to help keep innocent people from being convicted of crimes. I’m a big believer in karma or “what goes around comes around” so I’d like to think that people who do terrible things will be punished in one way or another.

Of course, if I had to choose, I would rather a guilty person go free than an innocent person go to jail. I posed the question to my author group on Facebook and got varying answers. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but the thought of being truly innocent sitting in prison sounds terrifying to me. It makes sense that the justice system is set up in a way that you have to convict only if you feel the defendant is guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. The key words there are “reasonable doubt.”

Being reasonable is a struggle sometimes considering the world in which we currently live. We’re coming out of the strangest two years I’ve ever experienced with the COVID-19 pandemic. I imagine it will be considered an endemic soon since a lot of the mask mandates are dropping now. My family has stopped masking except at the doctor’s office or other places that require them. We’re all vaccinated and will get the boosters recommended by the CDC when we’re eligible. I think the COVID vaccine will be a yearly shot for us like the flu vaccines with it being hit or miss each year. It’s just something we’ll have to live with and accept that people can and will die from COVID as some do with the flu each year.

So we just have to live like we’re dying, because we are. I’m not sure who said it first, but life is 100% fatal. We’re all dying, just a different rates. We can take precautions, but living in fear isn’t going to help anyone. I spend a lot of time calming my children’s fears (my own are muted by my anxiety medication) and remind them to be grateful for what we have and to enjoy each day. It’s all any of us can do. Choosing to look on the bright side isn’t a fix-all, but it’s something. It’s not a cure for clinical depression, but it works wonders on a poor attitude.

I’ve been trying to practice what I preach. I tell my kids all the time to adjust their attitudes, so when things get frustrating for me, I have to do that same. Instead of dwelling on the frustration of our current home renovations, I choose to focus on the fact that we were finally able to pay for the upgrades after living with spit-shines for almost a decade. By the end of this year, the biggest projects (kitchen and master bath) will be finished. As soon as everything is finished, I’ll write a post about our home and how we’ve improved it over the years.

In other news, my current novel has been the hardest to write because I am pouring so much of myself into it. I don’t really have a deadline, but at this point, late 2022 or early 2023 are possibilities. I’m anxious to share Lydia’s story with everyone, because like me, she tries to be a good person and doesn’t live in a world of black and white. She faces ethical questions, fears and bad attitudes just like the rest of us.

-Brandi Easterling Collins

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2021 in review: How the year played out and the best books I read



I’ve been trying to start this blog post for the past two days, but I keep getting caught up in one home organization project or another. I organized the clothing in my dresser and closet. Then, I sorted through all my jewelry and placed it into old pill boxes and various decorative storage containers to keep it straight, And this evening, I moved my sewing kit into one plastic lunch container so I could get rid of the old plastic drawer solution since the drawers never stayed closed.

Of course, that doesn’t include the regular things I did such as loading and unloading the dishwasher, doing laundry, cooking dinner (homemade pizza on Saturday night) and helping my husband with his apple pie by peeling and slicing the apples while he made crust. I don’t regret the time I spent engaging in any of these activities or the time I spent with my family.

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That for which I am thankful

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If someone had told me a year ago the changes I would face in 2021, I’m not sure I would have believed them. This time last year, I was hopeful for an end to the COVID-19 pandemic, thankful for my family and friends, grateful for a job I loved and was able to keep while working from home to help stop the spread of the virus, missing my best Buddy, and preparing to publish my 4th novel. In some ways, beginning the final month or so of 2021 feels like a repeat of 2020. I’ve jokingly referred to 2021 as 2020: Part II several times throughout the year because, in many ways, I feel like we’re in the same place with the pandemic. So many other things have changed, and there are still so many things for which I am thankful. Continue reading