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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What It’s Like
Day 286 AND CHRISTMAS EVE. Random thoughts on an abnormal holiday. Some hand sanitizers smell like tequila. And not in a good way – more like tequila the day after a long night of drinking. The two Sagittarians in my life, who I love so very much, seem hell-bent on interrupting the most private moments … Continue reading What It’s Like
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
Q-Day 92: The Gentleman Wears Plaid
Today’s blog post brought to you by the letter “P” and the letter “R.” P is for Productivity. And I sincerely hope the person who really needs to feel productive achieves his/her goal. As for me, I was productive yesterday. That’s enough productivity. R is for Respect. Show some respect for the people who love … Continue reading Q-Day 92: The Gentleman Wears Plaid
The Breaking Point, Part 3: Angry
Q-Day 81 I’ve had a few “off” days. I’ve needed to socially distance myself from the circus. I realized I hadn’t turned off notifications for the community page and so I did that too. Contrary to what some think, there really is a healthy mix of those in my community who take this seriously, and … Continue reading The Breaking Point, Part 3: Angry
Bad Mom
Halloween night. Veruca didn’t want to go out, so she stayed home with me to hand out candy. And then she just watched from the window. V warned me that her friends that live across the way had joked about ringing the door and dashing (these are the same 3 boys that raided my … Continue reading Bad Mom
The Tara Chronicles 