To Go Or Not To Go
My son and his wife are new owners of a charming, magical cabin. It’s located on the shore of an utterly serene lake about 40 minutes from Ely. My son will be heading there with his three kids — my … Continue reading →
Dagmar Romano
I’m Not Alone
Now that my time with grandkids, friends, meetings, shopping, entertainment of all sorts has been so dramatically curtailed, I have the time to sit on my garden patio. I may read. I may have little snippets of conversation with myself. … Continue reading →
A Death
During these last days, I have felt heartache for no longer being able to spend regular times with my young granddaughter. I am learning to put a priority on my own wellbeing by staying safely away while she is with … Continue reading →
Heavy Heart
Because of fears of possibly being infected with the Covid-19 virus, I can no longer be with my six-year-old granddaughter. She is an amazing little girl: happy, funny, beautiful, smart, creative, kind, generous, talented in so many ways: a total … Continue reading →
Empty Streets
It used to be that I would have to wait quite some time before I could turn north from Goodrich onto Fairview Avenue, the latter a more travelled thoroughfare. I sometimes felt impatient at the stream of cars rolling past. … Continue reading →
Weight of Knowing
Today I’m wondering how it is that I can get so tired from doing so little. On some days, my energy feels boundless. Then, I’m contentedly busy from early in the day until at least the 5:00 pm news. At … Continue reading →
Pleasure Where We Find It
So many of our lives’ earlier pleasures have been curtailed by the virus. These days I miss concerts, movies, sporting events, family hugs, gatherings with friends, in-person book group meetings, easy conversations over dinners in restaurants, poking around grocery stores, … Continue reading →
Shopping in the Time of Covid-19
I rarely go out these days. I am quite conscientious about sticking with the Governor’s stay-at-home order. About once every couple of weeks I head to the grocery store – typically when the gallon of milk has run out or … Continue reading →
Khyber Pass
On curbside pick-up last Saturday evening: I have always enjoyed meals at Khyber Pass, an Afghanistani restaurant close to home on Grand Ave. It has been a bustling place, tribal rugs draped across the ceiling, large photos of indigenous folk … Continue reading →