Like a great swath of humanity, I have been walking my way through this pandemic. I began, back in our first lockdown nearly a year ago, walking out of desperation. Confined, with a roomate to our two-bedroom apartment, I worked, slept and retreated into my room, coming out only for meals and maybe an evening … More The Miracle of Plodding
“Can you recommend some books on writing,” a colleague and friend who is in the happy circumstance of being on sabbatical asked me recently. Unleashed from the demands of work and free to roam where he chooses, my friend, an artist, wants to exercise his writing muscles. Reading about writing is one way to do … More Exercising my writing muscles
I’ve been waging a mental argument with myself all week. Should I write about my strained back, or not? I’ve other things I could muse about in less than 1,000 words: the glorious time I’ve had with family (there’s been a wedding); the fun of taking care of an eight and 10 year old for … More Ack, my aching back!