it’s 5 AM, And all is right with the world. We Celebrated Father’s Day dinner the night before so we could sleep in, and the house is vibrating with the sounds of soft snoring. My furry gray and orange foot-warmers are sleeping at my feet, and the rain outside is the perfect White noise machine. … Continue reading What Part of the Word Chronic Don’t You Understand, Mom?
For the last few months, my life has felt more chaotic than one of my over-used palettes. For I’ve struggled to hold a brush or stay awake after work long enough to fire off even the tiniest of posts. For a while I thought that grief over the quarter million Covid-19 fatalities just in the … Continue reading Creative Voting
Pneumonia benched me well before Covid-19 invaded neighboring New York State, but my son’s severely compromised immune function was already forcing considerations about whether and how to keep working at the residential school where I teach. Our school immediately implemented Herculean measures to reduce the likelihood of infection. The experiences of other assisted living communities … Continue reading Drawing Lots
It started with a writing prompt a few days ago. Write a scene with no more than four characters that happens in one room. It was a good assignment, but at first it took me to some very dark places before I remember I was in control of this story. I don’t have to go … Continue reading Don’t Go There
Rearrangements Thing1 returned home from college today, saddled with the knowledge that he won’t be going back until September. He’s in the same boat as millions of other college kids around the country who are rearranging their futures right now. Thing1 has spent the past few years rearranging his future thanks to his chronic illness, … Continue reading Rearranging Life