I know when I go off the deep end. I can tell when my soul has crossed over to something numb or, worse yet, into the darkness. The warning signs show themselves in the condition of my house. The bed is not made. Clothes are tossed on the floor. Dishes, pots, and utensils are scattered …
Tag: Covid-19
NonPolitical Rantings from a Covid Captive
Over the past few years, I have received phone calls from my political party, on 7 or 8 occasions, asking for a donation. Each time I've told the the solicitor that I wouldn't give money unless I could talk to someone about my concerns. On seven or eight occasions, no one ever bothered to call …
Confessions of a Covid Captive
I haven't written in a while because I couldn't write when I didn't know who I was. How do any of us live when what we thought was normal suddenly disappears, when routine and certainty are gone? How do we understand anything when our reality is so different and our thoughts and feelings have been …
Circles
I have felt fractured, broken, the last few days. I was fine getting through almost five weeks of "social distancing". I was doing my part and felt proud of myself. And then things shifted as people without masks nearby were protesting the COVID-19 stay-at-home policy. I felt violated and wondered if all my time alone …
The Autonomous Traveler 