Quarantine journals: April 9

432,596 confirmed cases 14,831 deaths 24,245 recovered ***** I took a walk around the yard this morning. Birds sounded louder. Flowers looked brighter. The grass glowed emerald despite the hail that beat it down hard last night. How impossible it has been to look up and around and outside the hyper focused panic of thisContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 9”

Quarantine journals: April 5

312,245 cases 8,503 deaths 15,021 recovered ***** I remember the Sunday school teacher handing out branches, thick, green leaves rustling like crinoline as we held back our glee about going to Big Church and singing and waving for the grown ups HOSANNA! How long ago this was, how long ago it seems we went toContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 5”

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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