We’re making it through the pestilence. We survived the murder hornets. Then the locusts came. The weeping cities and burning hearts. And now, as a treat, earthquakes, tropical storms, and, locally, hailstones the size of moons.
What shall we be scared of today, kittens? I know, I know! Let’s go with “being changed.”
When is a Persian not a Persian? When Persia is now Iran, and besides, she’s Kuwaiti anyway.
The world hurts. Our cities are weeping. Pestilence is leaping from land to land. We are entirely too separate from one another.
Editor’s note: You may or not realize that today is Friday. That’s understandable, given the minor inconvenience of The Defining Event Of Our Generation. So if the global pandemic has all of your days running into each other like a pileup of oatmeal at the bottom of a hill, this post should refill you with […]
Some of us smile like goofy goobers over 70% of the time. Some of us seem sober, somber or serious, but know peace like a river deep within. All of us are more than meets the eye.
When the world opens, will we be open? What if it has to shut again, like a luminous eye that suddenly snaps shut when dust flies in? What if things get better, or worse, or both in different ways? What if…?
Have three little letters ever been so fraught? Think about it. LMK, IMO, IOU, TBD, LOL, ASAP (okay, 4 letters on that one, but bear with me)…
This is no ordinary Memorial Day. But in the quiet, without fireworks and frankfurters and fetes of over 25 humans, we remember.