On this day, November 4, 2020, I am vacillating, so shook up, my limbs are vibrating. The polls have been closed for less than a day, and our fractured alliance of states are counting ballots at wildly different rates
Michael Caputo, HHS, recommends, for mental health, to listen to the Grateful Dead. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
Starting last Thursday, terror became a day to day thing. Starting late last month, shit got real. Love in the time of coronavirus means calling just to hear the faraway one’s voice.“Just checking in. How y’all holding up?”Video chatting has blurred the meaning of distance. The Winged Wahine had not yet booked our next globeContinue reading “Love in the time of coronavirus”
We put our cigarettes out in the woodpile, daring history to flare up