Category: Random Musings

Seeing Through The Fog.

Posted on
May 13, 2020
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I’ve been staring at my computer a lot. If I do manage to type something, I will usually delete or loathe it by the day’s end. Writer’s block doesn’t really cover what I’m feeling, because it’s not really a block. A block implies something complete and impenetrable, and this isn’t. Someone recently said that writer’s…

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It’s Okay if You Can’t Right Now

Posted on
Apr 17, 2020
 

I woke up this morning, our sixth week of sheltering-in-place, or maybe our seventh (I’ve lost count) and the days have started to run together in a way they never have before. I thought time only worked like that in memory. When I think of the summer after high school or Christmas breaks when I…

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This Too Will Pass.

Posted on
Apr 3, 2020
 

Social isolation has sort of felt like a break-up – a sensation that, after nearly 20 years with my husband, returns to me like a hazy, rotten memory. “Oh, this,” I think, as I pull myself out of bed, forgetting what day it is, and mash an OREO into my maw. “I remember this. It…

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A Seattle Germaphobe in the Time of Coronavirus

Posted on
Mar 12, 2020
 

My city feels strangely still right now. I normally hear the sounds from the elementary school nearby, or people walking their dogs, the swish of cars driving by on the street. But it’s oddly quiet at the moment, the only sound the squawking from a few irritable crows whose life mission is to make sure…

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Why Aren’t You Blogging, and Other Hard Questions

Posted on
Feb 13, 2020
 

Every now and then I get a well-meaning email or Facebook message from a reader. I’ve noticed, they will write, and I can practically feel the gentle trepidation as they do so, that you seem to have fallen off the planet and are living the life of a hermit.  And not even a *good* hermit? Like, you…

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40 Things For His 40th Birthday

Posted on
Jul 30, 2019
 

My husband turned 40 at the beginning of July. I wanted a Bacchanalian celebration, cake and lights and streamers and swarms of people, forgetting entirely that this milestone wasn’t about me. The realization would hit me eventually, before too much planning had occurred: he didn’t want a big to-do. Nor did he want, he insisted,…

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