It’s Mother’s Day, and like so many others of us, I’m thinking about my mom, Ila Heger Steutermann. This is my second Mother’s Day without her. It was interesting to read a bit of background about this day by historian Heather Cox Richardson, who writes that Mother’s Day dates back to 1908. However, there was…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Fifty
The mountain across the street was nearly invisible this morning as overnight rains threatened to overtake the weekend. Luckily, the rains stopped soon enough, and we were able to complete our afternoon walk without getting wet. Yesterday, Lulu and I drove to Poipu on the south shore. It was work-related, but I took the opportunity…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty Nine
For five years, many of us were entranced daily by albatross chicks on the Cornell AlbatrossCam. From late January until late June, sometimes, even into July, we tuned in at all hours of the day and, thanks to an infrared filter, well into the night to watch chicks hatch, feed, and grow into their long six-foot…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty Eight
There’s a male pheasant strutting across the yard as I write this. I’ve never sighted one on our property before. I wonder if there’s a female on a nest nearby? And here I wasn’t going to write about birds today. So, let me start over. This morning when I greeted Kalalea, the mountain across the…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty Seven
This was a writing exercise during a Hanalei Writers Retreat led by Pam Houston a few years ago. I dredged it up, because it’s time for dinner, and I haven’t written anything new for today. The Things They Left Behind After Their Hawaii Vacation: A Partial List -A single flip flop, turquoise and sequined with…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty Six
I woke this morning smiling, because the first thing I heard was the screech of shama chicks. They’d survived the night. But the screeching has changed. And not just because I suddenly like the sound. Their vocalizations are changing, still as insistent as ever but not so much like twisting steel in a train wreck….
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