Reflections on the small things, and the big ones, that impact our day-to-day lives.
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…
I am not myself: my corona diaries
Day 1, week whatever. I am not myself. Why Day 1 when awareness of COVID-19 has been with us for months? Is it the snow falling, a post-spring-equinox reminder that seasonal change is…
In my secret life
A MOUSE I don’t do well with mice . . . (unless they’re the animated Disney variety making a dress for Cinderella or of the Mickey/Minnie ilk). They keep us on our toes…
