Sept 11. A somber day of remembrance.
I pray for our nation.
For the families for whom this day was not only a national tragedy, but a personal one.
For all the families – horrifically exponentially more families – dealing with loss due to the pandemic.
And of course for all those dealing with the wildfires (both the burning impacts and the air quality impacts)
Well, I’m kind of giving away the current time lag I’m on (give or take a day) by telling you that Tropical Storm Isaias is bearing down on us.
A good friend lost their family cat of 18 years recently. They knew the time was coming, of course, which meant they could take some time to appreciate and coddle him a bit extra, before their final goodbye. Continue reading “Goodbye Banzai”
I have moments when I wonder if the end is nigh.
2020 has felt like a dumpster fire.
A giant game of Calamity Bingo. Continue reading “Is 2020 less a dumpster fire than a magnifying glass?”
Beyond my fence, is a little strip of land that’s technically public property – there’s a sidewalk and guardrail and whatnot out there.
It’s not mine. Or if it is, being outside the fence, it’s not top of mind. I don’t see it, unless I want to. Continue reading “Tending to the unseen (outside and in)”
I’m sure I’m not the only one having these moments.
Not the only woman who has a hot flash and wonders if it’s the start of a fever. (Of course not. Don’t be silly.) Continue reading “It continues to be surreal”