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.
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
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.
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