Quarantine journals – Amy K. Sorrells

Quarantine journals: April 30

When I was younger, I had a terrifying, recurrent dream. I can’t recall the circumstances, only that we were standing in a line at a school waiting for MREs, our only source of food. It was the sort of dream where your conscious is telling you in the midst that “it’s only a dream,” butContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 30”

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Quarantine journals: April 23

I’ve always love the number three. Three sons. The three best things of my whole entire life. If you know anything about me it’s that I adore my Dad and he is a carpenter. He spent the time and helped my three sons make these bluebird houses a few years back. My part of theContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 23”

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Quarantine journals: April 18

I stopped putting a tally in this space. All numbers do is smear and blur the pain and fear. All numbers do is feed the enemy’s lie that it has the power. Today I took my dog on a long walk in the woods. Deliberately, of course. And just to see if there’s any marrowContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 18”