Social Distancing means books. But it also means the inability to focus on books. So, movies, maybe? But nothing about an apocalypse. Nothing too deep. Everything's too deep. So, a show, maybe? Eight episodes in. Are you still watching? Am I still watching? Probably not. Can't remember. So, cleaning, maybe? But cleaning out old items …

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A Mourning.

Landscapers were outside earlier this week. They are going to remove the dead and dying trees from outside my home. We have been reassured that for every one tree that is removed, three will take its place. This brings a mix of strange feelings. On the one hand, the sun will be able to reach …

The Staying.

Today feels sad. It feels like disappointment. Like hours and years of waiting for a phone call that never comes. Like hope all but diminished. I am not sure why the heaviness of today stays, but it does. It stays in my eyes and my shoulders as I attempt to move about my home washing …

Real writers twinkle.

Wow. It has been a while since I have publicly written anything. That feels wrong, somehow. I have never called myself a writer. I don't really know why I've distanced myself from the label. Distanced would be putting it politely. I have denied and avoided any association with the word. Shrugged it off and announced …