I’ve been trying to write about this experience (I’d worried I’d be awed and speechless) but I am stuck on the word apricot, which makes my mouth water but conveys something very different than peach. More tart, a little brighter, more perishable.
Read moreCorona Diary #7 - Jellybeans
As you know, Bananagrams and Boggle are word games with letter tiles that players use to build words faster than their opponents. Once a week, son and daughter-in-law play with me on Zoom, and they crush me. I use words to write, right?
Read moreCorona Diary #4 - Buckets of Rain
Yesterday I was wondering what I’d write to you—whoever out there may be listening (let me know you are here!). I was feeling low and out of sorts, confused as we all are, the ones who are not battling fist to fist and eye to eye with this unsympathetic virus. Silly tropes about self worth are creeping up and infected my thoughts.
Read moreCorona diary #3 - How we cope
The heavy pink magnolia blossoms are at their peak. Chunky, crab apple trees, weeping willows, and white-blooming pear trees are starting to burst.
Now, I pursue the ritual washing of lemons, cucumbers, and radishes in soapy water, wiping down the mail slot and doorknobs with clorox and letting the mail sit for a day. It’s hard to concentrate on much else, even on days when I promise me to stop listening to the stories about the new evil—and the valiant work of our heroes. Ordinary people coming together is heartening. That some don’t feel this urge is disheartening.
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The yellow forsythia shoots are at their peak and the star magnolia trees are just beginning to bloom pink.
The strong fiber of this nation is coming through. There are smart people who care deeply and are working for all of us. I can do that too, in whatever way I can.
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We go about our lives singly or in pairs as in the Ark--especially in the cities of the world—and I am with my pair, self-sequestered (not sick).
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