This is surely the strangest September most of us have ever lived through. What will this Fall bring to our lives, to our country, to our world? No one knows. Uncertainty is the only thing
Living through a pandemic seems to have given my inner critic a “get out of jail free” card. She chimes in multiple times a day about how I’m simply not getting enough done. She reminds
A few weeks ago, when Covid-19 began keeping us all home, my partner Malve dug an old mental health button out of the junk drawer. It said “Not Myself Today.” In case any of us
I don’t know about you, but I’m finding that time has a very different quality during this period of isolation. It’s more than not remembering the date or the day of the week. There seems
This morning, I woke from a lovely dream. I was at the beach on a sunny day. There were kids and friends and sun-warmed bodies, lying close together. There was laughter and warmth and playfulness.
Nine days suddenly feels like a lifetime. Nine days ago, I sat in a room with 15 other women for an in-person workshop. We wrote with our elbows nearly touching, we laughed, some cried, we