Will the Pandemic enable us to reflect on our past actions and see more clearly?
Life in Annapolis, Maryland USA During the Covid-19 Pandemic- Week #10 It is 8:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning and the loud sound of a car horn vibrates through my head. It keeps droning on and on. I look to see where the sound is coming from. My husband Peter and I are taking our labradoodleContinue reading “Angry Motorist Vents Frustration at Coronavirus, Croquet and Memorial Day”
Week #9 of the Covid-19 Pandemic and life in Annapolis, Maryland USA continues to feel as if someone pressed the pause button. Some restrictions have been lifted, but as one news pundit aptly said, “People will vote with their feet.” So despite the loosening of some of the regulations in Maryland that allow many retailContinue reading “State of Maryland Starts to Reopen; but Solitary Walks and Virtual Socializing a Safer Option”
Week # 8 during the Coronavirus Pandemic in Annapolis, Maryland USA Waiting for the world to once again become “puddle-wonderful” We are now at the two month point in our “stay at home” orders and I sense everyone else’s restlessness each time I take a walk. Just the volume of walkers in itself isContinue reading “Exploring Cemeteries and Learning New Recipes As Pandemic Restrictions Continue”
No blue ribbons were awarded this year for beautiful May Baskets in Annapolis, Maryland, but that didn’t stop me from making one.
If I am feeling irritable from being cooped up too long, a little dancing will make me laugh. Peter is a good partner and he doesn’t step on my toes.
Many of arts groups have posted online performances and invited artists to share their work on new platforms.
Trying to offer condolences–My words feel hollow when what I would like to do is give her a hug, now an impossibility.
Our dog looks a little depressed to me, unable to interact with new humans and no longer able to sniff and say hello to her four-footed friends due to social distancing.
On sunny days, taking a stroll has become a game of weaving back and forth across the street to avoid close contact with everyone else seeking fresh air.
The sounds of bird tweets and their warbles, remind me it is officially spring, and I want to plant flowers. But that would mean a trip to the store, something I try not to do.
The bulbs we planted, yellow daffodils and purple crocus, are in bloom. They mark the spot where I hoped my daughter would be standing in her long white dress next to her betrothed, exchanging vows. It’s not going to happen—this spring. They are still in love but there’s a virus on the loose, interrupting lifeContinue reading “What’s a Wedding Without Family and Friends In the Time of Covid-19?”
Waterborne and the story of Marguerite’s journey emphasizes the benefits of taking your time. Marguerite Welch and her husband Michael were in no rush to get to any particular place.
I invite you to post here on this blog your favorite, perhaps undiscovered books, as well as the independent stores where your favorite books might be acquired.
A pro-active poem for healing In honor of Wendi Winters By Nadja Maril June 28th2018 The Facebook post says mark me safe I’m safe, here in Annapolis Maryland I’m safe, I’m safe Did you hear the news? White man with long gun and ponytail An angry vigilante Glass shattered at the newspaper office SeveralContinue reading “Honor of Wendi Winters–Poem for Healing”