Posts about the writing life and the love of story
A summer off from blogging, most of social media, busyness, and information overload. I’m just chilling… Do you believe that? Latte and I arrived at a local park early one morning to go on our usual walk. We stopped back at the van so I could have coffee and read a book, then took another…
An Ode to May messily meandering maimed and misunderstood oh you monstrosity of a month Ah, yes, written during the down-of-things. The upside of May is found in Jamaica Kincaid’s book, My Garden (Book): “The month of May comes on suddenly and moves along swiftly, and each day pleasure after pleasure is flung before…
February was the month where my relationship with winter wore thin. All the romance evaporated. Granted, February’s days got longer. Temperatures occasionally rose above freezing. There were moments of affection, even love as the sun came out, birds sang their flirtatious songs, and the sky looked like something I might dive into. But it wasn’t…
I caved in and had an MRI about a week ago, which led to wearing a hinged knee brace that leaves permanent indentations in my skin, plus I’m walking around on crutches. My doctor doesn’t seem to realize that crutches are a bad idea for someone who has had shoulder injuries. More importantly, I can’t…
In sports, a timeout stops action to strategize the next play. During injury timeout, I find moments to marvel over the mundane.
I appear to have hundreds of emails in my inbox attempting to respond to this question: What happens next? Answers range from what steps a company is taking to protect their customers from COVID-19, what online services are available to replace in-person services, and how what happens next depends on my actions, therefore I should…
