When the word coronavirus became part of our everyday vocabulary, back in February 2020, I stumbled over its pronunciation. The idea, that something invisible could travel so quickly and infect millions and cause death was scary. For many of Americans it was an easy decision to retreat, shut our doors and wait it out untilContinue reading “Covid Confusion; Misinformation and Wishful Thinking”
We’re moving through a fuzzy moment in time. Pleased to socialize, but warily looking over our shoulders.
Like the little bunny rabbit that nibbles at the tall grass and garden in my yard, I nervously look around every time I go out for a walk or on an errand, trying to avoid oncoming strangers.
I guess it’s the battle fatigue, but the vibe of “we’re all in this together” is starting to fade.
No blue ribbons were awarded this year for beautiful May Baskets in Annapolis, Maryland, but that didn’t stop me from making one.
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.