Quarantine Diary: The Fear

So here’s the thing. We’re all afraid of something. A pandemic is revealing. And whether you like it or not, I think our fears reveal a lot about ourselves. Like, for instance, the fear of a virus. Or the fear of dying. The fear of isolation. Naming our fear takes guts and humility. More fears?Continue reading “Quarantine Diary: The Fear”

Blades of Grass

A thunderstorm rumbles above me. The ground is thirsty; the grass has turned a hard brown and crunches beneath your feet. It has been too long for the rain. I can only imagine how the blades will be revived in the morning in the morning dew. In Indiana, the first sounds of a lawnmower signalContinue reading “Blades of Grass”