Second run in the books. Sheesh. Not doing much during a pandemic really affects endurance.
A quick summary of what I read this year while coronavirus blanketed the Earth.
In those moments, the unease begins to seep into my thoughts. It’s as if there’s something terrible in the room with me that I can’t quite see because it’s too awful.
For my daughter, the shell is a shell, until it becomes a shovel, a swimming pool for fairy dolls, a marker of her grandmother who died when my daughter was a baby.
Job hunting out of college is rough. Job hunting in a pandemic and recession is a mess.
It’s peaceful here. We can sit out on the deck and watch fireflies amidst the pines
What will our life look like in September, December, and a year from now?