Day 331: Little Turkey Helper, Perfect Warm Pandemic Thanksgiving

It may seem like another lonely holiday. One the pandemic has taken from us. But today the three of us, our little unit, found comfort in our small unit. We cooked all day, watched the parade, went on a family walk, watched a holiday movie. It was cozy. It was slow. It was good. I think there is wonder in that, finding the light. So much to be grateful for. So very much.

Day 312: A Night for Hope

Tonight, Joe Biden and Kamala Harris spoke to Americans for the first time as president and VP elect. I cried, my heart grew, for the first time in a long time, I felt an old familiar feeling of hope, of faith in a leadership team. I felt humanity seen and spoken about with grace and care. I relished in the fireworks at the end, like a summer barbecue with family. Everything was so….nice. A breath of air, a line for hope. I won’t forget this night. It has me light with wonder. We will come out on the other side of this pandemic. We will. We will.

Day 253: Covid Events

In the spring I stepped in as the president of the Creative Writers Association at the university I’m at. Normally, we hold our monthly graduate readings at this great dive-ish bar across from the English department. But now that we are on Zoom for much of life, we have had to adapt. Welcome to my hosting station, from the living room. It’s interesting about how, a year ago, I wouldn’t have guessed this scenario. Is that wonder?