Two Faces, Two Interpretations

My mom created this design in the early 1990s.

I saw this painting many times throughout my childhood; the black person’s eye is open and the white person’s eyes remain closed.

I thought, if she painted it today, the white person’s eyes would be open too; bearing witness to the reality our black friends face. 

So I asked her: If she painted this design today, would she change it?

She surprised me by saying that she would’ve painted both sets of eyes closed — hopeful that the day that black people can shut their eyes and enjoy a moment of peace and relaxation is on the horizon.   

Art may be subjective but — whether you imagine Dixie Foxton’s design with eyes open or closed — I hope that humanity stands together until both interpretations are realized and become commonplace. 

Thanks for letting me share your work, Mom. 


Amber Green is a self-published Canadian author and freelance writer. Her short stories can be found here: www.amazon.com/author/ambergreen


© 2020 Amber Green

Art © 1990 Dixie Foxton

Lost and Found

Lost and Found is a scene that takes our current situation into account but employs creative license as we fast-forward about six years into our “new normal.” 


Through Jordan’s eyes, we are reminded that a child — living in the moment because that’s all he’s ever known — won’t consider his life to be part of the “new normal” because it won’t be new to him, his generation, and all those born after him — it will just be “normal”. 


When the ‘Jordans’ of the world hear stories about the way we lived before the pandemic, what will they find shocking? What will be laughable? And what will we insist that they know about the way we lived pre-COVID-19, as we pass the proverbial torch?


Officer Lee is a caring maternal figure who represents the past — the way things used to be. She gently reassures Jordan while they search for his mother in a busy airport, which is a brand new experience for Jordan. Though frightened when he realizes he is alone after losing sight of his mother because he was in awe of the crowds of people and planes on the runway, his fear ebbs and he asks Officer Lee questions — reminding us of the curiosity and resilience of children and (perhaps) humanity. Though we may have expected the young boy to cower in a crowd full of strangers, Officer Lee’s kind words and friendly smile gives him the confidence to continue on his journey to find his mom and take his first flight to finally meet his grandmother in person.


Through his and Officer Lee’s conversation, we get the feeling that Officer Lee misses the way things were pre-pandemic. We’ve all heard the phrase, “back in the day”. It is likely that that’s how all of us who remember life before the pandemic will describe it to those who have no natural frame of reference, as did our parents and grandparents when telling us about the way things used to be. 


Throughout history, we can reflect on the shifts and revolutions that rocked the collective conscious; many took time to build before flooding society in a tidal wave of change. That is not the case for the COVID-19 pandemic. There were warning bells and flashing lights, but we woke up one day and — all of a sudden — life was different. So, if you have moments of feeling lost, try not to despair. We are adapting.


We will endure transitions we likely can’t fathom at this moment, but — as we get through this together — I hope that this scene reminds you that though COVID-19 was a catalyst for change, frustration, anxiety, hardship, and tragedy, Jordan reminds us that it is not the end of wonderment and joy. 


We’re trying to find our way. Though we may feel lost at times, have hope that like Jordan, we will be “found” once again — perhaps by helping one another.

DECOMPOSITON:

Cast of Characters:

Jordan Pipman (young child): Young child; five or six years old. Travelling with his mother. This is the first time he’s going on a plane, so (prior to getting lost) he is very excited about the trip. He has no memory of being in crowds before the COVID-19 pandemic, so being surrounded by strangers is new. 

Very emotional experience from excitement (before he realizes he’s alone) to fear (alone) to cautious (upon finding officer) to somewhat relaxed (with officer) to relieved (back to mom; unseen). 

Security Personnel, Officer Lee (female, nearing retirement): Older woman, retired police officer; works as a security guard at the airport, part-time. She raised children and has grandchildren, so she knows how to speak to a young child. Quiet, stable energy.

Mom, Maria Pipman (*does not appear on screen)

Time: 

In the future. We are no longer living under physical distancing measures, but we haven’t been able to gather in large crowds for very long. 

Synopsis:

Jordan has never been on a plane, nor has he been in large crowds (that he can remember) before. The scene begins with the child feeling excited, then fearful once he realizes that he is lost. A friendly security guard/officer intervenes and helps him find his mom.

**In order to establish space for each character, perhaps JORDAN always enters the screen from the left and OFFICER LEE always enters from the right. (Maybe you can set your computer up so you can easily walk around it when the characters are introduced? When both characters are talking on screen, I think you could simply look to the side where the other character would be standing/look up or down to communicate whom you are in that moment.) JORDAN looks up when talking to OFFICER LEE and OFFICER LEE looks down.

Lost and Found, The Scene

**OFF-SCREEN (O.S.)** 

MARIA:

Jordan, come on! We have to get moving! 

(Exasperated)

Honey, come on! Keep up! 

JORDAN:

(walks on screen)

Okay, Mom! 

Walks, then stops as something grabs his attention. Pause for a beat here. 

(Excited, gasps)

I can see the plane! I can see the plane!

Is that our plane?

Stands in one place and looks around; body language to suggest he’s avoiding bumping into people in a crowd.

JORDAN:

(Whispers) 

There’s a lot of people.

(Normal volume)

Mom, look at all the people! 

JORDAN pauses. Looking around for his mom. Spins in a circle.

Mom?

(Louder)

Mom?

(Starting to panic) 

Mom?!

JORDAN Walks off screen, still searching

JORDAN (O.S.):

MOM?! Where are you? 

OFFICER LEE walks onscreen from the other side.

OFFICER LEE:

(Kindly)

Excuse me? Hi, I’m Officer Lee. I’m a security guard here at the airport. Are you lost? I can help you find your mom.

(Pauses; looks down at Jordan.)

OFFICER LEE:

No need to cry! I’ve helped a lot of kids find their parents because I’ve worked at the airport for a long time. I know this can be scary, but don’t worry! I’ll find her. What’s your name?

JORDAN:

(Shyly)

Jordan Pippman.

OFFICER LEE:

(Smiles. Speaks confidently.)

Well, Jordan, I was a police officer before I was a security guard, so I know I can help you find your mom. Can you tell me what she looks like? What’s her name?

JORDAN: 

Maria. She’s tall like you and has brown hair and brown eyes.

OFFICER LEE:

Do you remember what she’s wearing, Jordan?

JORDAN:

Ummm. A red shirt and jeans.

OFFICER LEE:

Good memory, Jordan! Don’t worry, we’ll find her. 

(Looks around)

Reaches for her walkie-talkie.

(Talking into walkie-talkie)

I’m with a young boy named Jordan, he’s looking for his mom named Maria Pippman. We’ll make our way to Terminal 1. Page and advise when she arrives. 

(Puts walkie-talkie away; looks down to Jordan.) 

Jordan, they’re going to make an announcement to ask your mom to meet us at Terminal 1. We have to go this way, okay? 

Assume Jordan nods. Walk in opposite direction to the way Jordan was walking. Face the camera as they continue walking through the airport.

OFFICER LEE looks around for Jordan’s mom as she’s speaking.

I’m looking for your mom’s red shirt. I like the colour red. What’s your favourite colour, Jordan?

JORDAN:

Blue like Jim’s amulet in Trollhunters, but Grandma’s favourite colour is red.

OFFICER LEE:

Is your grandmother here at the airport? We can look for her too.

JORDAN: 

No, we are going to see Grandma in Florida. Grandma told my mom to wear red; that’s why I know it’s her favourite colour.

OFFICER LEE:

Oh, you’re going to Florida! Have you been to Florida before, Jordan?

JORDAN:

Yeah, but Mom said I was a baby so I can’t remember. We would’ve gone before, but people got sick, so airplanes stopped flying.

OFFICER LEE: 

People stopped travelling for a long time. Do you remember meeting your grandma before, Jordan?

JORDAN:

Well, I see her on the iPad and my mom’s phone. She can’t wait to give me a BIG hug!

OFFICER LEE:

What about your grandpa?

JORDAN:

He got sick. Mom said that he went to heaven. She was so sad because we had to stay home. We couldn’t visit him. Mom cried a lot.

OFFICER LEE:

I’m sorry. That’s very sad. 

JORDAN:

Yeah, mom was really sad for a long time. My teacher said things are different. (shrugs) I don’t know…

OFFICER LEE:

Some things are different.

JORDAN:

Like what?

OFFICER LEE:

Well, people stopped flying for a long time.

JORDAN:

(Excited)

We’re flying today! 

I have planes at home and I pretend that they fly all the time! I have to play by myself because I don’t have brothers or sisters, but when I grow up, I want to be a pilot.

OFFICER LEE:

It would be very exciting to fly a plane.

JORDAN:

Yeah! I’m glad that planes fly now!

OFFICER LEE:

It’s great that we can travel again, but I think people are a little more careful than before. 

(Pointing) 

Do you see the face masks for sale over there?

JORDAN:

Yeah. My mom has a mask. Hers has puppies on it. They’re really cute because some are rolling over and some are sitting with their head like this.
(Tilt head to the side.)

OFFICER LEE:

(Smiles; kindly)

That sounds cute. Well, there was a time when most stores didn’t sell masks.

JORDAN: 

(surprised)

Really? What about when you went to the grocery store? Look over there! 

(Pointing)

People working at McDonald’s wear masks. They always wear masks, right?

OFFICER LEE:

(Shakes head)

No, that’s pretty new too. 

JORDAN:

(Wide eyed)

My mom says that’s dangerous!

OFFICER LEE:

(Looks for mom)

It was for a little while. Things were different then. Like, before we had to stay apart, we used to stand next to each other all of the time.  

JORDAN:

Even strangers?

OFFICER LEE:

(Emphatically)

Especially strangers!

We’d dance shoulder to shoulder at concerts, stand elbow to elbow with people in subways, we’d sit next to people we don’t know in restaurants and movie theatres —

JORDAN:

(Confused)

What’s that?

OFFICER LEE:

What’s what? A movie theatre? 

Assume Jordan nods.

It was a building people would go to sit and watch movies together on a really big screen. Way bigger than a TV.

JORDAN:

The kids next door watches movies on a wall. Is it like that?

OFFICER LEE:

Yeah, like that, but even bigger.

JORDAN: 

I kinda like watching movies at home. 

OFFICER LEE:

Me too. That’s why — even though we can be together now — it’s not the same. There are no more movie theatres because we’ve adapted.

JORDAN:

What does ‘adapted’ mean?

OFFICER LEE:

‘Adapted’ means that we’ve changed because we needed to do things differently. Like, do you ever have school at home?

JORDAN:

Sometimes.

OFFICER LEE:

My grandkids do that too. But when I was growing up, we had to go to school every day.

JORDAN:

Why didn’t you just stay home and do school on your computer?

OFFICER LEE:

We didn’t really have computers back then. 

JORDAN: 

Not even at school?

OFFICER LEE:

Not even at work! We didn’t have phones in our pocket either.

JORDAN:

(Looks disbelieving. To himself)

That’s so weird!

Officer Lee, what was that word again?

OFFICER LEE:

Adapted?

JORDAN:

Yeah. Is ‘adapted’ good?

OFFICER LEE:

(Nodding)

It can be difficult to adapt, but sometimes we have to try new things. 

JORDAN:

(Happily)

My mom says that every day is new because it never happened before!

OFFICER LEE:

(Laughs)

Yes, that’s true! 

JORDAN:

(Grins)

Officer Lee, you sound like my grandma.

OFFICER LEE:

(Smiles)

Do I? That’s nice. I hope you have fun with your grandma when you get to Florida.

(Looks around)

This is Terminal 1. 

(Pause, looking. Points.)

Jordan, is that your mom in the red top?

JORDAN:

(Excited)

Yes! MOM!

(Run off-screen)

END


This is the first scene I’ve written in a long time. Writing a musical is on my bucket list, so when a friend from Toastmasters asked if I would write a scene for her so she could complete the final project of her ALG (Advanced Leadership Gold), I was happy to assist.

In preparation for writing the scene, I asked my friend to brainstorm a few different ideas (she came up with some really good ones! Among them was an individual who gets stuck in an airport and a child who gets lost in the city and is assisted by a police officer. I blended these two ideas together and added some creative forethought based on our current situation — et voila!

My friend gave a wonderful performance! Fortunately, she really liked Lost and Found.

Take care!

Give life the green light. It’s A Go!

Amber Green


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Amber Green is a self-published Canadian author and freelance writer. Her short stories can be found here: www.amazon.com/author/ambergreen


© 2020 Amber Green

A Digital Keepsake for Any Occasion

Though I use my blog/It’s A Go! Publishing to explore new topics and spread the word about my e-books (available on Amazon), I am also a freelance writer (The Write Results is my company).

If you’re looking for a heartfelt, thoughtful digital keepsake, I’d love to create a personalized video for you that you can email your loved one or post on their social media pages.

I’ve received glowing feedback about the videos I’ve created, as giving the gift of a digital keepsake is perfect if you’re observing physical distancing measures, avoiding stores, or busy managing our “new normal”.

They’re perfect for any occasion, including:

  • Mother’s Day
  • Birthdays
  • Thinking of you
  • Sympathy
  • Father’s Day
  • Graduation
  • Anniversary
  • Remember when…?

CAD $25 for a custom video (*up to 13 slides- like this presentation)

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I look forward to connecting with you. Take care!

Healthcare Heroes: Answer the Call

The call to war is a cough. 

Deployment lasts hour to hour, day to day. 

Healthcare professionals since retired 

Recommit to their oath to do no harm,

Though by stepping up, they voluntarily put themselves directly in harm’s way.

Their education ensures that they understand the dangers when they hear the proverbial doomsday alarm sound.

They answer the call to work on the front lines of streets thankfully abandoned

By the public they’re working ‘round the clock to save.

Heroes in lab coats and scrubs rather than capes,

They stare not down the barrel of a gun,

But through the lens of a microscope to identify the enemy.

Medically tested swabs make the diagnosis clear. 

The strain moved quickly from animal to human, 

Then it passed from human to human and multiplied as it caught like wildfire through dry brush, 

Burning through our misconceptions, ignorance, and the social parameters we use to define our existence: Wealth, status, clout, and country. 

In a time when we’re so convinced that our opinions matter,

Caught in an echo chamber of our own design, 

A slippery virus takes hold and officials demand that we stay home to stop the spread.

The paradox? A pandemic that unites us while it threatens to tear us down. The vast majority take action by doing nothing at all.

The planet started to heal in our absence; an unintended — but welcome — consequence.

What a juxtaposition; 

The fear inspired by a deadly, invisible force that removes the 

Hustle of the everyday also serves to remind us of what truly matters.

Phantasmal reflections of others’ mistakes mirrored in policy, red tape, and latent response;

Like the ghosts of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol appearing before us at breakneck speed,

Demanding repentance for the actions we didn’t commit but have no time to repeat.

As they mourn their dead, we are granted an opportunity to stay a step ahead;

A step at most, but a step so many communities wish they could walk back.

Hindsight — 20/20 and crystal clear — comes not in years, but days.

As we muster the courage to keep the faith as we stagger blindly into our new normal,

I am reminded that

Malcolm Gladwell was the first person I heard theorize that Goliath could not rely on his vision,

But in this battle, as David stands at the ready with his slingshot,

David is the one who cannot see; for in this analogy, Goliath is 

An invisible monster. A virus that killed the very doctor who bravely sounded the alarm.

They are our heroes in lab coats and scrubs.

Far more vulnerable through their repeated exposure to the enemy than am I,

Sitting in front of my computer screen

Typing a message of thanks 

I know they won’t have time to read.


*Please note that I offer an audio version of Healthcare Heroes: Answer the Call on YouTube

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In the centuries since its creation, it has witnessed the joy of love and companionship, the heartache of loss, and hardship. Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but what if the masterpiece you so admire silently muses at the countless wonders of humanity?

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Amber Green is a self-published Canadian author and freelance writer. Her short stories can be found here: www.amazon.com/author/ambergreen


© 2020 Amber Green

COVID-19: Who’s knocking on my door?

I’m not a healthcare professional but as a writer, I seek to summarize and share the information I’ve gathered from various credible sources.

I imagine that you’re taking COVID-19 seriously, but in case you’re in contact with someone who still doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation, ask them to consider this:

COVID-19 is called the ‘NOVEL’ coronavirus because it’s new. It’s NOT the flu. 

Why does that matter? Various strains of influenza have been circulating for generations, so — even when we can’t fight it off — at the very least, our immune systems are on alert. 

Personified, the flu is the mischievous, industrious child on Halloween who visits the same home wearing different masks to get more candy. Your immune system is a crotchety old man reluctant to answer the door- alert and onto their tricks, he’s ready to tell the flu to keep it moving, season after season. 

COVID-19 is a little old lady who’s new to the neighbourhood. She knocks on your immune system’s door donning a smile, holding a basket of homemade muffins, hiding her sinister agenda by offering false friendship. Since she doesn’t resemble anything dangerous that your immune system has come to recognize and be wary of, your immune system opens the door and welcomes her in. 

By the time a bunch of the conniving little old lady’s big, strong friends storm through your front door, it’s too late for your immune system to gain ground. (In the mildest cases, COVID-19 will threaten your family and leave, perhaps taking your TV on its way; in the worst cases, it’ll pillage everything you own and burn the house to the ground.)

If you’re still not convinced to do your part to stop the spread, various sources say doctors in Italy have had to decide who lives and dies for the past week because their healthcare system is overwhelmed. Healthcare professionals around the world are doing more than their fair share to help our communities; we agree that they’re heroes — don’t force them to take on the role of the Grim Reaper. That’s not why they went through years of postsecondary school. Please respect them. Help them by practicing social distancing to stop the spread.

And while we’re on the subject, now is not the time to begin your career as a stunt double or a trapeze artist. (Whenever possible, save the hospital beds and healthcare resources for those who may suffer from complications due to COVID-19.)

Whatever your interests, the internet allows you to do so much from the comfort of your own home. Teach yourself another language, build a website, catch up on your favourite podcast, take an online exercise class, watch a comedy, take an online course, read an e-book, learn how to play an instrument or write a play or a poem… the list goes on. 

Some communities wish they could go back in time to change their reaction to COVID-19; while that’s not possible, we can honour the mistakes made by acting in accordance with the lessons learned in the past number of weeks. 

Stop the spread. Flatten the curve.

(I posted the above on Facebook, but I thought I’d share it here too. Stay safe!)


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🇨🇦 Musings of a Masterpiece

A work of art narrates its journey through time in this short story. 

In the centuries since its creation, it has witnessed the joy of love and companionship, the heartache of loss, and hardship. Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but what if the masterpiece you so admire silently muses at the countless wonders of humanity?

🇺🇸: Amazon.com users, click here.

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Amber Green is a self-published Canadian author and freelance writer. Her short stories can be found here: www.amazon.com/author/ambergreen


© 2020 Amber Green

The New Nine (In memory: 2/24/20)

The New Nine

**January 26, 2021: It’s been one year since Kobe Bryant, Gianna Bryant, John Altobelli, Keri Altobelli, Alyssa Altobelli, Sarah Chester, Payton Chester, Christina Mauser, and Ara Zobayan perished. May they rest in peace.**

Saint Peter stood at the gates of heaven as he always did, but onlookers started to gather. A solitary job, it was unusual that so many angels and departed souls were interested in the arrival of a group of nine people– dubbed ‘the New Nine’– whom Saint Peter expected to greet momentarily on the morning of Sunday, January 26th, 2020.

It would be a tragedy on Earth; Saint Peter knew that family members and friends of the New Nine were about to suffer unimaginable shock and heartache, for there was no warning of the impending event that would unite basketball fans around the world. As news of the helicopter crash spread, basketball players would honour the most famous of the nine by taking eight and 24-second violations; a moment of silence to show respect for one of the greats taken too soon. Tearful interviews and outpouring of love and condolences would follow. 

Fans would gather to pay their respects. Some would talk about how one of the nine singlehandedly inspired their love for the game. No matter what jersey they sported during the season, they would discuss his greatest plays, as they found solidarity in their shared admiration for an athlete beloved; an athlete who inspired and achieved greatness during an impressive career spanning two decades, though his life was cut short in a little over four. He was a man, a father, and a husband who had achieved the status of a basketball legend and would be forever remembered that way.

Three of the nine would arrive before Saint Peter as children; girls who had barely entered their teenage years. Though the glory of the afterlife would overtake them once they arrived, Saint Peter knew that people on Earth would mourn the years of their lives that these three girls were made to forfeit, missed milestones and rites of passage they would have no earthly right to experience. As the people who knew and loved the three girls would be sent into grief-stricken shock upon hearing the news, parents would hug their children a little tighter that night, as humanity was reminded that even if you have it all, the time for which you have it is never guaranteed.  

The New Nine would pass through the pearly gates together. In time, some left behind would find solace in that.  

“The basketball court is ready. They’ll want to play,” Saint Peter said to the crowds of souls who had gathered. He looked at a bright light shining in the distance. “That’s them. Our new stars have arrived,” he announced confidently to the onlookers, who were eager to welcome the New Nine. 

May the light the departed brought to the world continue to shine through the love and cherished memories of those they touched. 

Rest in peace, Kobe Bryant, Gianna Bryant, John Altobelli, Keri Altobelli, Alyssa Altobelli, Sarah Chester, Payton Chester, Christina Mauser, and Ara Zobayan. 

Note from the author:

If loved ones of any of the people who perished on January 26, 2020, read this post, I am so sorry for your loss. Please accept the condolences of your friends north of the border.


*Please note that I offer an audio version of The New Nine on YouTube

© 2020 Amber Green

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A work of art narrates its journey through time in this short story. 

In the centuries since its creation, it has witnessed the joy of love and companionship, the heartache of loss, and hardship. Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but what if the masterpiece you so admire silently muses at the countless wonders of humanity?

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🇨🇦 Believe In Me

In this short story, an atheist is surprised when the prayer they assumed would never be received (because really, who’s listening?) is answered. 

In a conversation with God, one would think that the atheist would be the only one forever changed, but that may not be the case. 

What do you believe?

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Amber Green is a self-published Canadian author and freelance writer. Her short stories can be found here: www.amazon.com/author/ambergreen