Zoom is starting to remind me of going to get my hair cut. How you sit there for an hour or more, looking at yourself in the mirror, thinking about your stupid hair.
My giant zoom head with its terrible hair Read More »
Once, when I was a kid, my sister burst into my bedroom and yelled at me that my room was on fire. I had placed a rabbit puppet on top of my nightside table reading lamp, and there it smoldered as I read on, page after page, completely oblivious to my burning and beloved toy.
I cannot read through a pandemic Read More »
Brent either leads or participates in Morning Prayer via Zoom most mornings, usually sitting at one end of our dining room table. I have joined in, but this morning I read the paper instead.
This morning I sat and listened Read More »
I don’t think I’ll be learning macrame, or another language, or finally learning how to build a birdhouse during this time of being set apart and locked up and locked down.
I don’t think I’ll be building birdhouses Read More »
The other night I drifted off to sleep with our neighbour’s party music in one ear and Brent murmuring “The global death toll has now reached 10,000,” in the other. I think our neighbours are definitely having more fun.
Our neighbours are definitely having more fun Read More »
