Aristocrats, Vagabonds, and Clowns

Aristocrats, Vagabonds, and Clowns

Aristocrats, vagabonds, and clowns… does this describe your passel of friends, foes, and family? Have you been able to see, hug, and hold them close yet? After the protracted pause our lives endured across the nation, the¬†friendly skies (whose airline slogan is...
Writing Christmas cards, each a memoir of our 2020 life

30 Days hath November…

“Thirty days hath November. April, June, and September. February alone has 28 – let’s celebrate my birthday with a corona-vaccine shot! Well, tomorrow is December 1. I prayed for COVID to be over by Christmas – ’twas all I wanted. But,...
The Constancy of Chores Mediated Quarantine

The Constancy of Chores Mediated Quarantine

I used to eschew chores that were never over and done. Recycled tediousness, like making the bed. Washing dishes, doing laundry. A need for meticulousness that was never seen. Necessary to health certainly, yet – in the absurd year of COVID that 2020 has been...
Memories that refuse to fade…

Memories that refuse to fade…

It’s better to rust out than to fade away. What does that line suggest to you, Constant Reader? (I look forward to your comments) If you, too, have celebrated a significant birthday recently perhaps you can relate. Apparently several of our longtime friends...