Entries from my very first blog, The Open Book
After a year of COVID-19 restrictions, the author feels weighed down and foggy but finds some positives in the forced retreat. They used government aid to buy productive tools, received their first vaccine shot, and hope for future freedom to travel and create. The world feels foreign yet promises a fresh start.
One afternoon Sweetpea and I left the school together. As we made our way down the walkway towards Perrysville Ave. he showed me this drawing, Bean Salad. After looking at…
My memories are being dredged by someone who wants information. Snippets of color. Riffs of music. Phrases from a book. Sketches. Conversations. Random addresses. Facts. All surfacing from the black…
It fills the air. And my lungs. There is no escape - even though I am a hundred and fifty miles away from the burning. The smoke drifts in my…
Every now and then I like to shine as my true self. That almost always happens on Halloween.
Today is bright and sunny and warm. There is peace in the air. There is no war. We've brought our troops home. We did so the minute our befuddled president…