It took 8 weeks before I finally felt a sense structure in my deconstructed life. Did it take everyone else two months to find an element of calm in this new isolated existence? I can’t be the only one who has flailed like a fish out of water, flopping from place to place, can I? … Continue reading The persistence of memory
As a kid raised by a single mom, I always dreaded Father’s Day and the absence of a male parent to honor. Mother’s Day was easy and we usually celebrated with school art projects, cards and flowers liberated from a garden that wouldn’t notice the theft of a few tulips or daffodils. It was pretty … Continue reading Mother’s Day – more or less
1. The sun is shining and the skies are blue. 2. It’s sundress warm. 3. My son liked the banana pancakes I made for breakfast. 4. I’m not isolating in a bad relationship. Have you seen the domestic violence rates? 5. I found a lost sock when I unfolded a crisp cotton … Continue reading 10 Reasons it’s a good day
This crisis is starting to feel like it’s been going on for a long time. The colors of the construction paper window rainbows are fading. The city without people looks beautiful in a stark sort of way. We live in a pretty place. Wearing a mask suffocates me, yet another reason medical personnel deserve all of … Continue reading Stream of Covid consciousness
How about this weather? I’m not one to wish winter away, but I miss admit that I sucked my teeth in disbelief Wednesday morning when I looked out the sliding glass door to my snow dusted deck. Are you kidding me? I think Spring 2020 has felt exceptionally pokey in arriving and I’m convinced it’s … Continue reading A False Spring
Things I will miss when the current lock down ends: Long walks with Jeter and the feeling that he finally is getting enough of my attention. Roads with less cars and sidewalks with more people. Eating meals when I’m hungry without regard to time. My comfort with going barefaced. I don’t usually wear very much … Continue reading Miss. Lilly edition.
It’s been just about exactly twenty-one years since I last painted the upstairs bathroom. I’m not always so clear with years and dates, but this one is easy to remember because I was pregnant with my second son. My water broke as I raced to get the newly renovated third floor of our house prepared … Continue reading Painterly thoughts