Commentary
On my walks in the woods not far from home there is another beauty fallen across my path.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “In this world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes.” I would like to add the word “change.”
Today I have been in self-quarantine for almost nine weeks, parallel but completely separate from the pandemic.
“April is the cruelest month,” T.S. Eliot wrote almost 100 years ago. He could not have guessed how cruel it would be in 2020.
A useful coping mechanism in these difficult times is to look for the positives and to write them down.
It was the last Thursday in March and I felt a need to record the day.
Just weeks before she died, digital thieves snuck in and stole my mother’s identity.
Monday, April 6, 2020 marks the 700th anniversary of the signing of Scotland’s Declaration of Independence.
There is so much uninterrupted time imposed by the stay-at-home order.
When the news began getting overwhelmed with stories of Covid-19, and the anxieties mounted, I lost my ability to read.
In frightening times, it is perhaps a universal feeling to prioritize the safety of our family over all else.
I’m sitting at my computer, planning to write what I’ve been doing during our enforced social distancing in this coronavirus pandemic.
