It’s interesting how a pandemic has the ability to distract one from grief. I don’t think it would have had the same affect had the pandemic occurred within the first two years, when my grief was, not necessarily more poignant, but certainly more in the forefront. It often felt as if it were controlling my... Continue Reading →
Time In My Pocket
Quarantine has changed my priorities. No, no, it isn’t anything truly dramatic, don’t worry. Just my musings as I start this short work week from my dining room table, overlooking my bright, sunny backyard. (With the air conditioner running because yeah, summer hit with the force of a Mac truck this year! P.S. – not... Continue Reading →