Since March when we returned from Seville, Spain, days melt into each other. Time unspools in stops and starts. Dan and I recall taking some specific action, but not when we did it. Did we make that appointment this week…Continue Reading →
In the past eleven weeks, no one has entered our house. Instacart delivery workers stack groceries at our door. We bless these workers and tip them well. Where would we be without them? They shop for us at Costco, Safeway,…Continue Reading →
On February 17, Dan and I, groggy and jet lagged, landed in Madrid and checked into our hotel in the Atocha section of the city. We were trying to stay awake, in order to get on Spanish time. We planned…Continue Reading →
Two years ago, I sat at a table in Cafe Kindred waiting for my first Match.com date of 2018. When a man with the bluest blue eyes and knuckle-deep dimples came in, I got up and asked him, “Are you…Continue Reading →
On the Friday before Labor Day, 2016, I drove to the Fairfax County Animal Shelter on Ox Road. I had gotten home from Paris two days before. That first night home I crashed into a deep sleep after my nine…Continue Reading →
London rushes at me. Not like the first time, of course. For I am almost 20 years older and have seen more of the world than I had in 2001 when I first beached up on this shore. Still the…Continue Reading →
In 2001, I won a fiction grant from the Virginia Commission for the Arts. Small victories like winning this grant keep a writer going. After rejoicing, I worried. The $4000 grant was taxpayer money. How could I put it to…Continue Reading →
It’s twilight in my neighborhood, when I pulled out of my driveway. Across the street, Hispanic men were still loading a huge truck with tree stumps, branches, and other debris from my neighbor’s lawn. Those men had been working there…Continue Reading →
