Time is a slippery concept during pandemics. February and March feel like years ago, not months. Turns out, pinpointing fledging dates is tricky, too. The week or more I figured we had until the white-rumped shama chicks fledged turned out to be two days. I saw a little bird out of the corner of my…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty Four
The day started gray and quiet. The sun soon chased away the gray, but the quiet remained. In fact, it was too quiet. I walked to the edge of the lanai where I could see the bush with the shama nest. I watched for entering and exiting parents but saw none. I couldn’t hear anything,…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty-Three
For days now, I’ve heard a tapping at my window. It was so regular I thought it must be a twig from a bush scratching the glass, creating a high-pitched whine as annoying as it was insistent. On the second day, I went to the garage for a pair of garden clippers, but I found…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty Two
Last year, I spent May 1 at the Kauai Marriott in Kalapaki celebrating Lei Day. It was busy. Early morning, lei makers dropped off their creations, approximately 85 different lei made with colorful flowers and all kinds of greenery. The creativity and artistry was quite admirable. Once logged in the many different categories and displayed…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty-One
Today is the last day of April, which is also the last day of National Poetry Month. The celebratory month got its start in April 1996 by the Academy of American Poets. Earlier today, I read that poet Joy Harjo has been appointed for her second term as Poet Laureate of the United States. Born…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Forty
Today is my father-in-law’s birthday. He would have been 84. In the last few years, I’ve noticed more of Bob in the son I married. I wonder if Eric thinks the same of me. Does he seem more of my mom in me? Today makes 40 days since I started this daily writing project. Forty…
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