I submitted my "Butterfly Fontanelle" novella to a literary press a couple of days ago. It has remained untouched since January. I had hopes for it when I began four years ago, but then lost faith. Today I reread the beginning of a letter responding to that novella. One of my favorite writers wrote: "I … Continue reading SUBMIT
Pandemic by Lynn Ungar What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath — the most sacred of times? Cease from travel. Cease from buying and selling. Give up, just for now, on trying to make the world different than it is. Sing. Pray. Touch only those to whom you commit your … Continue reading PANDEMIC
I'm not sure what I meant to write today. There have been several ideas, none of which made it to this page before becoming sidetracked. We have been exploring, balancing our checkbook, and spending almost half the week in Portland. Sunrises. Pedicures (not mine). Travel (not me either). I know most people prefer sunsets and … Continue reading SIDE TRIPS
Yesterday morning the serious rains began and we were both soaked by the time we got home from our walk. Thunder was impressive by the time we went to bed, though we did not often see the lightning. RATTLE is a poetry journal that emails poetry each morning, including a weekly response to a current … Continue reading POETS RESPOND
This is the largest "sea nettle" I have ever seen, dwarfing Gary's size 13 shoes. It was at least 28" across—Gary said three feet. We've been busy hustling back and forth, walking our 25 miles a week (and me running a few of those), working on our second home, and admiring everything we see. I … Continue reading EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING
Today is my high school reunion, the 50th delayed to year 51, and it is also my elder son's 41st birthday. I will be baking a vegan, gluten-free, refined sugar-free cake later today. Our family is coming. They've had good reason to stay safe, isolated, and healthy. So that is the best reason for staying … Continue reading WHY WE STAYED HOME
I thought I knew what I was doing . . .
We're losing sleep over it.
Just not all at once.
What is the what?