Tag: musings

C-ing past Corona

I don’t know about you, but I’m getting more than a little overwhelmed by the constant barrage of CoronaVirus related news. I’m feeling anxious and isolated and sort of cast adrift as I struggle to figure out how to do my job from home. While I’ve been escaping with live streamed yoga classes, professional Zoom … Continue reading C-ing past Corona →

Maintaining the six foot rule

Walking these days take some attention. I mean, it always demanded that we have our eyes and ears open, but walking in the midst of a pandemic requires an additional sense  - as in common sense. As Jeter and I meander our way through the street of Albany, I now have to consciously take of … Continue reading Maintaining the six foot rule →

The inevitability of spring

We each respond differently to frightening and uncertain times. Some say that the media is exaggerating and insist that the situation is not nearly as dire as it is being portrayed. Others feel the need to purchase and hoard essentials without thought to those who may need immediate access to basic household items such as … Continue reading The inevitability of spring →

Pandemic time capsule

The world feels absolutely crazy. While it may not actually be post apocalyptic, it’s as close as I’ve ever been to it and way worse than anything I’ve ever imagined. My youngest child has asked me twice if I’ve ever experienced anything like this before. I think he repeated the question to give me a … Continue reading Pandemic time capsule →

Thoughts from the end of the world

These are bonafide whacky times. This free fall of the once great America is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I hear comparisons to the AIDS epidemic and the immediate post-9/11 days and understand and appreciate the obvious similarities. This, though? This is different. There’s a children’s book that I despise, The Giving Tree. … Continue reading Thoughts from the end of the world →

Life is messy

From the minute we’re born, we seem to be placing ourselves in, and extracting and ourselves from, one mess after another. It just seems unavoidable. Despite best intentions to keep things tidy and unsullied, maintaining an existence which is uncomplicated and neat feels impossible. At least to me. Sometimes, especially when my three sons were … Continue reading Life is messy →