When she tires of reading, she comes over to burp in my ear.
Category: Dispatches from a Pandemic
“I wonder where we go when we die,” Calvin once said to Hobbes.
The earthquake woke us on the sixth day of the pandemic.
Ritter and her companions rely on seals they shoot for survival.
They’re always baking, said The Stand Mixer.
Rural populations tend to have higher rates per capita of the elderly, disabled, and people with other health problems.
A sedative floods her veins…
You know the one we mean.
So many notes on a violin resonate with open strings that I aim to make as many notes as possible luminous….
When I borrowed his car, Rush Limbaugh’s scraping bass would erupt at full volume….
I tried folding up and taping a Siemens vacuum cleaner bag over my mouth and nose, something The Wirecutter said to use only under “desperate” circumstances.
There are only two things I can think about right now. One, a Carolina wren…
Width of a queen-size mattress: five feet
Last week, we had a grammar unit on expressing desires and regrets. I wish, we hope, if only.
I am not unhappy in the house all day.
I count the bodies and try to make sense of the math: 144,926 is not a lucky number.
How many pictures? How much? How long?
We had to wear N95 masks for days on end because the air was so polluted.
I have proof that the days are there, one after the other….
I know how strangers react to a black woman walking a pit bull in a nice neighborhood.
“As long as I come see the mountains, I’m okay,” was the idea their poetry expressed.
Perhaps my biggest secret is that I have a doppelgänger.
Laboratory testing for viral diseases would not be available for another fifty years.
It’s become a delicate balance, this being open to joy while not in denial of the harsh reality of the magnitude of fear and suffering and death.
Why are they sitting next to one another enjoying warm, frothy cups of cappuccino?
One of my students asked, “Is that your cat sleeping up there?”
I sighed, expecting a request to extend a deadline.
I drift through the Breakout Rooms like a digital ghost….
