We held a funeral last Friday for Matt’s dad and buried his ashes on Saturday. It felt good to cry big, fat tears at the funeral. My cloth mask was … Continue Reading Sorry, Iowa.
My social sabbatical has offered a welcomed reprieve from ruminative thinking. Maybe some other ways in which my mania manifests, but the decreased rumination is more than enough if I’m … Continue Reading coronakarma
My old routine Sharing meals with friends My co-workers My nieces My beige cubicle walls Going to church, holy communion Going to the supermarket without a stupid mask on my … Continue Reading Things I miss for now (not an exhaustive list)