It appears that, out-of-the-blue, I’ve been summoned to an Experience Corps workshop for reading tutor training. I’d turned them down last fall and had no idea I was still on their list. I think it was a mistake that they emailed me. But I’ve been feeling a need to reach out into the world, to think about someone other than myself and my small family. It’s a nudge from my Higher Power, I think. This time I’m ready.
Post-teaching, post-mothering, post-midlife ... and, hey, the pandemic! Who will I be now?
Thursday, January 28, 2021
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Inauguration
Thank God the inauguration went as planned. I can finally breathe. Maybe the miasmic air of Trump’s narcissism and delusion is lifting. Maybe the pandemic is a symptom of our country’s moral corruption, and it will finally lift its knee from our necks.
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Afraid for My Country
Pro-Trump rioters storm the capitol. The cool, calm Judy Woodruff is almost in tears as she reports on it. I’ve never been so afraid for my country, with half the population mired in delusion.
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