A cloudy morning, the air cool and crisp against my face, the wind rippling the lake. My eyes fix on a patch of blue peeking between clouds. A year has passed since my last blog post. A pandemic that could not be willed away, coupled with the toxicity of a man whose name runs … [Read more...] about A Patch of Blue
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
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
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
II you’re a mother (even if you’re not) picture this scenario: It’s the ‘80s. You’ve been invited to Michael Jackson’s Xanadu, otherwise known as Neverland, with your adorable, talented seven-year-old son. Once he caught Michael’s eye in a dance competition, the … [Read more...] about Gods. Heroes. Monsters.
Last week found me a little more adventurous than usual on Instagram. I posted a photo, with a caption, a bit tongue-in-cheek: ‘Cozying up for some inspirational reading. What will I choose first?” If the purpose of social media, in its varied forms, is to let people know what you’re … [Read more...] about Feed the mind. Feed the spirit.