Dear Diary
Dear Diary: Quarantine Day 347. I think it’s Friday. Or maybe it’s Saturday… could be Tuesday. Just finished my 8,952nd load of laundry. Cloroxed all the groceries. I think I’ll go build a castle out of toilet paper rolls.
Psst… I haven’t worn real clothes in weeks
I was never one for fashion. My wardrobe consists of “good” jeans and t-shirts and “chore” jeans and t-shirts. Now, weeks into the quarantine, my everyday fashion routine has devolved into changing from my “nighttime” pajamas to my “daytime” pajamas and vice versa.
Postcards from Quarantine
The storm will pass…
Postcards from Quarantine
No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.
Postcards from Quarantine
We’ll laugh about the old days… and catch up on the new.
Postcards from Quarantine
A hero is an ordinary individual…
Postcards from Quarantine
A lesson for all of us… pass it on.
Hope floats
Many nights, I have been jolted awake by overwhelming anxiety. My brain is so muddled by daily news briefings, charts, graphs, dire predictions, and terrible news, that I find myself paralyzed by the unknown.
Amazing Grace
Through many dangers, toils and snares, We have already come, ‘Twas grace that brought us safe thus far, And grace will lead us home.
The Farmers in the Dell 