Now what? For me, this pandemic started by the end of February. I had already bought a box of masks and one of gloves, both for me and my 90 year old mom. I found two bottles of hand sanitizer, again for each of us, and two of Clorox wipes. I had already spoken with...
It is three months into this new covid-19 world. Is it still possible to be optimistic? A pandemic of biblical proportions? An economic crisis that harkens back to the Great Depression 90 years ago? A political crisis that leaves my head spinning? There is a type of...
I was thinking about how much I seem to be “taking” these last two months—nearby friends shop for me, neighbors walk with me, albeit masked and 6-8 feet away, my kids check up on me, my oldest friends call a lot, my siblings and I talk more, from short texts to long...
It has been crazy I have been crazy My body has been making me nuts The news has landed in my belly and made me sick Worry has become the prison in which I am kept Panic is the salt in my food Soap is my drug of choice Sanitizer is my manna from heaven...
It’s that time of year……temperature is two degrees outside, bright sun bouncing off snow and ice, pale blue sky wherever you look and almost no one is walking outside. Well, it is that time of year if you’re in Minneapolis, Minnesota, which I am. But by the time you...
Grief is grief. We all mourn our losses. How we mourn, however, is shaped by many factors. Religious and cultural practices shape our beliefs and rituals around loss, often giving mourners signposts when we feel so lost. Our own temperament and emotional skills make...
