December 7, 2020 | 0 Comments
I’m not a fiction writer. But this is a story I always imagined – as a TV series, a book, a film. So, here is my own little take on the way the world might have been if those 537 votes in 2000 had been counted for the candidate who really won. Five Thirty Seven Today was the first day the three of us could all bike together to the elementary school. It’s always felt safe enough, with the protected bike lanes boxing us in from traffic. (Traffic isn’t really what it used to be anyway since the public transportation upgrades.) It was just that my younger child had finally felt confident enough on her wheels to do the seven-block trek with us. As I ride behind them, I notice how much lighter their backpacks are compared to when I...
November 13, 2020 | 0 Comments
In March I was counting. We were all running up that hill, the curve, riding it to the tippy top and then back down again,…
September 30, 2020 | 0 Comments
I’m not here to appeal to Trump supporters. That ship has sailed, and taken with it the very fabric of our democracy. I’m here to…
June 27, 2020 | 0 Comments
Well, it’s Day 108 of “Quarantine Life” and we’re not exactly where I imagined we would be. Cases of COVID-19 hit an all-time high in…
May 17, 2020 | 0 Comments
As an immunocompromised person and someone who paid close attention to the COVID-19 disaster that unfolded in Italy, I was very vocal back in…