December 17, 2020. Yuletide. It’s gonna look a little different this year. Frank is crooning about having yourself a merry little Christmas. Yourself. Merry. Little Christmas.How prescient. Countries and more separate the kids and I. COVID barged in to make a place for itself at the table and has insistently reset both the table and … More A little different this year
Lately, the notion of writing – that singular vulnerability – has kept my pencils sharpened and papers clean – unused. Too many folks are wrestling to breathe and pay their mortgage. Too many exhausted teachers and delivery drivers and doctors and nurses and CNAs cleaning up the fallout of a “hoax” unnecessarily killing hundreds of thousands … More Little lights in the dark
How are you? Were you able to … How are you? I’ll wait and listen. You are worth it.