*Written over a year ago, when masks were “advised” and socially distancing encouraged. Everyday people were beginning to listen, yet COVID was considered by some main street deniers a figment of our overactive imagination. For locals, this was at Caralluzi’s Food Market, Bethel, CT. * I maneuver the one-way aisles, six feet apart from scardy cats in front and behind me, methodically grocery shopping. I’ve turned into a futuristic human
Neighborhood watch: the view from the stoop
I never saw it coming, becoming the old lady on the block. Circle of life and all, I get it, but some neighbors got it before I did, calling me ma’am. Asking if I was saving the treehouse for the grandkids. Wondering if I wanted to sell the mower. When I moved to number 5, first house up the knoll on the left of a dead-end drive filled with empty
Home security systems need dogs or doors that lock, or occupants to be not afraid
Most houses have doors, and these doors have locks, and these locks have keys, or should, to keep those inside safe and provide peace of mind that life is secure. “Did you lock the house?” was never a question asked of me no matter where we lived. Doors have keys to lock them shut, keep people out, keep others in, and although the front and back doors where I live
Your email does not find me well
Did everyone feel this lonely before the “new normal” settled in? Back when Dunkin Donuts, Target, and State Farm were selling their wares, instead of peace, empathy, and positivity for these uncertain times? And if we are supposed to be sheltering in place, staying at home, shutting down all non-essential businesses (as we should be), how did all these brands and their subsequent ad agencies rally the big empathy push
This is your mother
My mother’s television remote is broken and somehow this is my fault. She calls, often, to let me know. As if I could ever forget. My mother is not weak. She is not helpless, far from it. She is also not the stereotypical made-for-tv, warm and cozy, milk and cookies – ‘Oh, sweetie, how are you?’ – grandmotherly type. Not a chance. She’s more Grandma 5G – maybe OG –
What a difference a little sky makes
The sky is brighter – clearer, softer, fresher – but you wouldn’t know that if you never went anywhere else. You have to leave, to appreciate the brightness of the night sky, or how the sun sits so low in the sky in the winter, like a stone being skipped across the horizon of a gray lake before sinking underneath. Whenever I wanted to beat my kids, which was a
Can you hear me now?
Long time no write. Where’d everybody go? Didja miss me? I’m still here, well not here-here, but around, well not around-around, but holed up in my house, trying to make sense of a brave new world. Just like you. Maybe not just like you, but kinda sorta. I’m hitting the keyboard again, and if there’s anybody out there, drop a comment and let me know I’m not screaming into an
Who I’m voting for and why on Election Day (trickle down effects of hate)
I don’t blame POTUS Trump for his shenanigans (or crimes and misdemeanors, assaults, tax evasion – tomatoes, to-MAH-tos). Just like I don’t blame Jerry Sandusky for kidnapping and sexually assaulting scores of young men. Or the priests who abused boys for decades. Or Scout leaders. Or teachers. Or cops who shoot (brown people) first and ask questions later. Even though. I don’t blame them – entirely. Sure, they’re complete scum,
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