Finding balance in the second half of life

Life in the Time of Coronavirus (Week 10)

In Uncategorized on May 26, 2020 at 12:23 pm

This is how four writers pass the time (and stay connected) during their isolation. We realize we’ve slipped a bit from stories into conversation in 6-word increments; we’re giving ourselves grace given the circumstance. Join us by adding your 6-word stories in the comments.

Bodhi doesn’t get “last treat” concept.
Morels! Daily walk just got slower.
Six-word stories: are we done?
Clean hands, full mask, can’t lose!
Thinking “permeable bubble” seems like oxymoron.
Either it’s popped or it’s not.
Shaved my legs. Feel inordinately accomplished.
Coffee-making is increasingly complex ritual.
Hating: ‘uncertain times’ and ‘new normal.’
My phone: ‘you are walking less.’
Me: ‘you are talking too much.’
New family member: Perfect, blissed-out boy!
Laundry day again! Time slouches on.
Family reunion would have been today.
Bajillionth batch of quarantine granola baked.
Washed windows for sheltering in (forever?).
Friends get bees; me, a clothesline.
“Do something,” I say. Every morning.
Have just organized my cookie cutters.
In Minecraft, she creates the world.
Does it have human capital stock?

Life in the Time of Coronavirus (Week 9)

In Uncategorized on May 18, 2020 at 12:38 pm

This is how four writers pass the time (and stay connected) during their isolation. We realize we’ve slipped a bit from stories into conversation in 6-word increments; we’re giving ourselves grace given the circumstance. Join us by adding your 6-word stories in the comments.

Tear salt stubbornly sticks to glasses.
Losing some momentum on meal planning.
Appetizers tonight: potato chips and crackers.
Don’t cry for me (in) quarantina!
SCOTUS. SCOTUS. SCOTUS. SCOTUS. SCOTUS. SCOTUS.
My attitude towards leftovers completely changed.
A watched fiddlehead doesn’t pop, apparently.
Family calendar only notes recycling pick-up.
38 steps from computer to refrigerator.
Insomnia treatment: swipe to lose consciousness.
Worry: who will nurse her son?
Pause. How do we hit ‘restart’?
Think I’ll make a cheese soufflé.
Exercise, diet apparently offer no protection.
Minecraft world: she’s built five houses.
Obama speaks. Weeping, we dare hope.
Cutting up pancakes for Bodhi. Worried?

Life in the Time of Coronavirus (Week 8)

In Uncategorized on May 11, 2020 at 12:36 pm

This is how four writers pass the time (and stay connected) during their isolation. We realize we’ve slipped a bit from stories into conversation in 6-word increments; we’re giving ourselves grace given the circumstance. Join us by adding your 6-word stories in the comments.

Trying to get through the day.
Writers are important. Just reminding us.
Bodhi’s exuberance is a daily tonic.
My husband’s good cheer saves me.
Buy eye makeup stock (masked future)!
Dwindling: senses of humor and outrage.
Actually, George, May’s the cruelest month.
I really need to hug. Everyone.
Wear same jeans how many days?
Same 20 in wallet for weeks.
Like an old woman, I reminisce.
I’d rather sit in the sun.
Why does she need these clothes?
She bakes, overnights a loaf of love.
The 24-hour tee gets open-ended extension.
Hyphens gettin’ swole from six-word workouts.
Her car: “Have I offended you?”
Lord. We’ll never get beyond this.
Gretchen gets some ink in it…
Without structure, imagination makes a home.
Her country has let her down.
On Mother’s Day, she hugs herself.
Mom’s coming to dinner. Good? Bad?
Reading: “As bombs fell, libidos soared.”
“Are you still watching?” Stop judging.