Pandemic Day 676 – The Precarious Balance Between Contentment & Disappointment

Day 676 is a national holiday – Martin Luther King Day – and so I have the day off. I reinstated my subscription to the New York Times and read this article about Jasper Johns and have learned – a little late in the game – that his work is showing at the Whitney and … Continue reading Pandemic Day 676 – The Precarious Balance Between Contentment & Disappointment

Origins

The damage was already done (Continued from previous post) One of the recent roadblocks in my writing has to do with oppression. Revisiting the past for my current writing reawakened the ways in which I tailored my writing toward the end of the marriage. It stems from a violation of my trust over twenty years … Continue reading Origins

Running on Empty

You might have noticed my absence recently. I haven’t written anything in over a month. There are many reasons for this, not the least of which is time, but the biggest one is an abysmal lack of inspiration. Otherwise known as writer’s block. Life appears to be slugging along at a snail’s pace until you … Continue reading Running on Empty