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
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 in scoping out their secret hiding places, unnerve us with the uncertainty of their moves. The other night, the sight of … [Read more...] about In my secret life
Isn’t it Just Like February (redux)
Yo-Yo Ma once famously said that music happens between the notes--one way of explaining what I love about the mysteriousness of edges, cusps, those in-between places that demand our attention. A skim of ice on a sun-drenched lake. The shape of clouds against the sky. The month of … [Read more...] about Isn’t it Just Like February (redux)
One from the archives
Making a clean sweep of things sometimes gets the best of me. The other day, I was intent on finally consolidating blog posts from an earlier platform into my WordPress site. My digital (blogging) imprint began ten years ago with Blogger, and I moved to WordPress two years … [Read more...] about One from the archives
Channeling Stephen King: writing and inspiration
I’ve been hankering road trips lately, before winter really sets in. Something about being on the road, playlists at the ready, lifts me from a certain melancholy that kicks in this time of year. I relish holiday gatherings with family and friends who have become family, but there is no … [Read more...] about Channeling Stephen King: writing and inspiration
From Iceland to Anatevka
Mid-October, late afternoon, a day positively brimming over with autumn light. Rain has taken down too many leaves too soon. All the more reason to relish the translucent mix of yellow and orange and green holding fast to branches on a tree in the distance. Autumn, even a less-than-vibrant one, asks … [Read more...] about From Iceland to Anatevka
