Reflections on the small things, and the big ones, that impact our day-to-day lives.
Rock paper scissors: my corona diaries
Memorial Day weekend has come and gone. The traditional beginning of summer, this one like no other we’ve experienced, brings a little easing of pandemic restrictions, if not the anxiety that we’re moving…
Corona fatigue syndrome: my corona diaries
A dear friend of mine, very fit, tells me she feels uncharacteristically tired after a recent hike. She lives in northern California. Same thing for another friend, who misses her gym workouts and…
Lipstick (redux)
More than once is recent weeks, online conversations re: why bother wearing lipstick have come my way. Maybe sheltering in place has made many of us skip the makeup on most days, though…
Dancing with myself: my corona diaries
Saturday and Sunday have become cleaning days. It’s not as if I can’t clean my house on any day of the week, but, for someone who has been working at home for years,…
We should live and be well: my corona diaries
A stanza from a Jane Hirshfield poem: A moment knows itself penultimate— usable, spendable,good yet, but only for reckoning up. Passover, with its nonseder/seder for me, the Zoom version for so many others,…
Walking Waiting Worrying Weeping: my corona diaries
Walking helps the weeping. Springtime brings a little something new to notice each day. Mostly I’m swept up in that touch of green-gold on just-budding leaves. Typically halfway into my walk around the…
