I miss my friends. I miss coffee shops, those quiet caffeine-fueled respites that seem to coddle, if not settle the monkey down. I’m grateful, of course, to have a home to huddle down in, to have my loved ones healthy. But some days, I just want to lie down in traffic.
Tag: #2020
Untold Story #10: Dr. Melba Nicholson Sullivan.
(Her)oics Launch is this week, March 11th! Please check out the book and pre-order here, and consider coming to one of our events to see the writers and hear excerpts from their pieces. I will be there as well, of course. All events are free and virtual. The first is March 11, and the second…
Circus 2020
Circus 2020 This is my comfort, then. The tattered red robe never worn so much. The tea grown tepid in my constant distraction. The dogs’ deep existential sigh, Her head lolling in my lap. She eyes the rabbits who roam so free out the window. Envious, yet too lazy to rise and bark fruitlessly at…