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
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Q-Day 365 – Where We Are Now
To say this has been one hell of a year – like nothing I could have ever imagined – would be the understatement of a lifetime. One year ago, I could not have predicted all the things that would change. I could not have predicted where we would be today. Our schools have been virtual … Continue reading Q-Day 365 – Where We Are Now
A Thursday Morning in February
I can’t spend another moment reading the news of politics, or tuning in to Drama Queen Chris Cuomo or perennially outraged Don Lemon. For the record, I don’t usually anyway. The lead-up to the certification of the election and the circus led by you-know-who and his Mango Militia had a need-to-know urgency that has now … Continue reading A Thursday Morning in February
I Bought a Giraffe
Centering: It’s been 337 days since everything shut down, panic-buying cleared grocery shelves, schools went virtual, and our lives got flipped, turned upside down. I bought a giraffe for $5. But wait, you should know there’s some background on this. I discovered a Facebook page about secondhand finds and it’s spectacular and inspiring. There’s a … Continue reading I Bought a Giraffe
Unstitched
Day 272 of quarantine and, this may be hard to believe, I’m sick of it. My patience is waning, my tolerance is at an all-time low; I’m alternately living in a bubble, trying to work safely in my job, and pretending that this isn’t a maddening life I’m living. Part of my writing inspiration comes … Continue reading Unstitched
Tenacious… and Untenable
It’s the day after Thanksgiving. Black Friday. 258 days since the COVID-19 pandemic hit the big time and we all became way better acquainted with the word “quarantine.” Two hundred and sixty days ago, my life was normal. Hell, all our lives were normal. But we’re talking about me now so just sit back and … Continue reading Tenacious… and Untenable
Meditation
You know how hard it is to fall back to sleep after a blood sugar check in the middle of the night, when your brain starts turning over new ideas and titles for blog posts and the direction of that novel you started for Nanowrimo and then memories start flooding in of things that should … Continue reading Meditation
Malarkey
Nine years ago today Todd smartly and bravely proposed to me at mom’s restaurant, at the romantic little corner table known as Table 31. He was damn sure of himself too – since he secretly invited friends and family to celebrate this glorious moment we had begun a path to when we were still teenagers. … Continue reading Malarkey
Nebulous
We had the Three Little Pigs and The Grim Reaper at our door last night. It seems a good title for a short story. Today is the first day of NANOWRIMO and I’m pleased to say that I’m motivated, but my writing was more documentation than creative. This is the month to finish the novel … Continue reading Nebulous
Q-Day 147 – Moving Forward
I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster for weeks now and I finally consulted a professional. I’m really bad at preventing my anxiety from chewing a gaping hole in my stomach. Nonetheless, I’m now working a clear path through the fog of fuckery. Todd and I have been on vacation this week… guess where we went? … Continue reading Q-Day 147 – Moving Forward
The Tara Chronicles 