Wednesday morning. 4:00 a.m. or so. Another worry-filled day approaching. As I continue to rest in my warm, comfortable bed I begin my ritual of praying for my kids, grandkids. When I get to my Parkinson’s list I get hung up thinking about Tom and his wife Jeanie*. I finally get up, let the…
History prepares me To welcome the Monster at my gate To treat him kindly To not look away No matter how gruesome He appears to me How rudely he barges in Uninvited and yet Not totally unexpected Though I shunned him overwhelmingly After…
Jacob wrestled with God. I have no idea why. I have no idea how. I just know that he did. I know because I too wrestle with God. I’m wrestling now. Confounded by the parasitic terrorist of a germ threatening my normalcy and yours. So I walk to the water to make sense of it…
1. My living room has two forts and one mattress. The forts are new. The mattress is left over from a sleepover the weekend before this madness hit. I like to keep the downstairs tidy in case we have company. The forts might be with us for awhile. 2. My daughter’s teacher calls. She…
You stifle a cough, so others won’t starebut can you spare a square? You yell, you scratch, you’re quite a pairbut can you spare a square? Don’t be lured into our lairbut can you spare a square? This moment is heavy, and equally rarebut can you spare a square? They don’t…
Kindred 