Is anyone out there like me waking up each day with sadness? Is anyone else feeling discouraged every morning? Thinking about the empty streets . . . the empty parks . . . the empty calendar. Thinking about restaurant owners and everyone who’s lost their jobs. Thinking about universities closed, like Daughter #1's workplace in … Continue reading In the Mornings →

I was thinking about one of my first memories, a day of fear and confusion when I was about 7 years old. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it was something bad. I remember jumping around our house like a scared rabbit, shaking my arms and feeling alone. My father was … Continue reading Still . . . →