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The Chat Bar

By Janie Emaus

We gathered in the Chat Bar,
Words were moving fast,
I saw a friend, went to type,
And they went scrolling past.

Many names I knew flew by,
From all around the globe.
Sitting in our cozy homes,
In pajamas and a robe.

The speakers were tremendous.
Ah, Steve’s moving voice.
So many workshops.
Too hard to make a choice.

I sat in my cushy chair,
And didn’t wear a mask,
My meals arrived right on time,
With my drink in a flask.

Crowdcast was a happy place.
Laughs sprouting like a weed.
And in these Pandemic times.
It filled our growing need.

I went to bed with stories,
Threading through the laughter.
All that information,
Still gathers, four weeks after.

The weekend was my highlight,
As I hope it was for you.
See you all at the Marriot bar,
Come March 2022!

Thank you Teri, Pat, Nancy, Steve, the keynote speakers and all the workshop presenters who made this virtual event happen!

— Janie Emaus

Janie Emaus believes that when the world is falling apart, we're just one laugh away from putting it together again. She is the author of the young adult novel, Mercury in Retro Love. Her debut picture book, Latkes for Santa Claus, has been nominated for the Sydney Taylor Book Award presented annually to outstanding books for children and teens that authentically portray the Jewish experience. Her essays appear in the humor anthologies, You Have Lipstick On Your Teeth, Feisty After Fifty and Laugh Out Loud: 40 Women Humorists Celebrate Then and Now...Before We Forget.  She was named a 2013 BlogHer Voice of the Year and won an honorable mention in the 2016 Erma Bombeck Writing Competition.

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