Nonreaction: Grace in the Time of Corona
From the perch of his high-backed Queen Anne chair, he stabbed his finger in the air and moved it in a series of dips and valleys. “That’s how you are right now. We need to get you to more of an even keel.” I was 25 and he was the first of a series...
Hang Tough: Grace in the Time of Corona
Musings on this dark, early November Monday evening…. The change of seasons have a way of slap shocking me into the reality of time’s passage. Nothing else seems to have the effect of making me realize the years are spinning by faster and faster. And a...
Timing: Grace in the Time of Corona
Sometimes things don’t work out when and how we want them to because they aren’t supposed to do so. Sometimes the solution reveals itself is down the road in time. The week Tennessee and most of the nation’s shut down, we went from three personal...
Left Brain Hibernation Update: Grace in the Time of Corona
Dear Devoted Readers, (all three of you)‚ I’ve thought of y’all. A lot. But. The seductive pull of quiet, going deeper. deeper. down. down. inward. inward. was stronger. My right brain, versus my chatty, left, writerly brain, has taken over the controls....
