Quarantine diaries: April 6 we

364,723 confirmed cases. 10,781 deaths. 19,346 recovered. ***** I couldn’t help it. Before I opened my eyes this morning, my first thought was, What great horror awaits us today? The general public is panicked enough without knowing what those of us in the trenches see every day, every hour, every minute. Again I felt faithlessContinue reading “Quarantine diaries: April 6 we”

Quarantine journals: April 2

242,182 diagnosed. 5,850 dead. 8,991 recovered. ***** I’m really thankful today for friends who have more faith than i who post truths my head knows full well, but my heart falters. Just sharing one of those today. Waymaker. That’s what we sing. Even when sorrows like sea billows roll. “…for God gave us a spiritContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 2”

An open letter to survivors in the midst of COVID-19

Once upon a time I had a duck. Her name was Pricilla. Well, she wasn’t actually my duck. But, she had built a nest in the bushes under our tree, so I considered her mine. She was a delightful mama mallard, all dappled brown feathers and chocolate chip eyes. My sons were tinies at theContinue reading “An open letter to survivors in the midst of COVID-19”

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