What do coffee and COVID have in common?
Why write haikus during a pandemic?
Pumpkins are the herald of autumn, an emblem of the pastoral harvest, and a symbol of change.
With this school year nearing its end, and the pandemic in full force, I wonder: Will my high school senior walk across the stage, accept his diploma, shake hands with the principal, and sit shoulder to shoulder with his fellow graduates?
With restaurants closed, gatherings forbidden, celebrations and sporting seasons canceled, how do you celebrate Mother’s day during the pandemic?
Making a list or two helps me get in the groove of writing, especially when I’m scattered.
Snow falls gently on a spring day. Like sadness, snow clings to limbs, buds, and blades of grass. Its frozen beauty silences birdsong, and laughter, but also unites the land with hope, peace, and stillness.
The world is a crazy place, and staying calm, composed, and happy is hard work.