I haven't checked the mail yet. For two weeks, I wasn't sure if I would get sick or not, and now it's just ginning up the courage to go do the thing. I think mail must be easier if you're in a house. I haven't lived in a house with a single mailbox for many … Continue reading Return to sender

I thought there would be more silence. I anticipated time to contemplate, to move into stillness. As much as I dreaded being trapped in my head, I was also looking forward to just being. My life is so full, all the time. I was looking forward to getting a little space to read, think, freak … Continue reading Dispatch from quarantine

I have not left my house since Tuesday. This fact bothers me less than it should. Any other time, this would be evidence of illness, or maybe depression. Now it is about the illness I do not have. My pantry is stocked. Has been stocked. I am the child of a child of Depression-era parents … Continue reading Wherever you look