The other day I got caught in the rain on my morning walk. More than a drizzle, less than a downpour. I don’t relish walking in the rain. I count on a 15-minute margin of error in timing my walks to the local weather forecast. Meteorology is only so precise. A neighbor passed … [Read more...] about On Hold: my corona diaries
Submit Surrender Retreat: my corona diaries
As a writer I think about words in all their nuance, music, use and misuse. I submit work in the hope of having it published. In this context, submission is a good thing. No pressure, except what I put on myself in terms of deadlines, not to mention the emotional underpinnings of rejection vs. … [Read more...] about Submit Surrender Retreat: my corona diaries
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 too quickly too soon. People are antsy, edgy, ready to go to the beach or the park, not to … [Read more...] about Rock paper scissors: my corona diaries
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, pandemic protocols to shelter in place only reinforce the psychological divide between weekdays and weekends. Until recently, … [Read more...] about Dancing with myself: my corona diaries
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, has come and gone. We should live and be well, Jews like to say. And by any … [Read more...] about We should live and be well: my corona diaries
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 fluid? Is is a revelatory moment, just a day ago, a corner turned in my understanding of the hoarding … [Read more...] about I am not myself: my corona diaries
