It’s taken me 27 days, before I’ve finally gotten around to writing about Mark Twain. That surprises even me, since so many of these blog pages have been devoted to the Old Bastard, as I tend to call him. A few stories have published in the last few weeks about Mark Twain’s tour of Italy…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Six
Yesterday, my friend Anne, who is also writing during the COVID-19 pandemic, posted on Facebook that she was requesting writing topics. In marketing-speak, that’s called crowd-sourcing. “If anyone has a suggestion of something to write about (including research), I’m all ears,” she wrote. I guess I was feeling spunky. “Ears,” I typed. She fired back,…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Five
I canceled my April hair appointment today. But when I tried to pay my hair stylist anyway, she said, “God I love you but no.” Hair salons are not considered essential services. As a result, I have friends who are cutting their own hair. Or they’re cutting their husband’s hair. Or their child’s. Some friends…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Four
In truth, my life hasn’t been too inconvenienced by COVID-19. Sure, I canceled plans to go see my Dad in Missouri. Sure, I’m working from home–but I am working. Today, there were a few work-related things that would have been easier to handle if we weren’t sheltering at home. But, really, nothing insurmountable in the…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Three
I went to Hanalei this morning to see about some birds. This was official business, green-lighted as essential, because I was checking on the well-being of wildlife at Hanalei National Wildlife Refuge. More than 900 acres, and I may have been the only person out there. But there were plenty of birds. Hanalei National Wildlife…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Two
The days are running together. Yesterday, while walking Lulu, we heard what could have been described as thunder. But it wasn’t raining. The sky over the ocean was a little dark, a little foreboding, but the mountain in the other direction was clear. Eric said it sounded like a sonic boom. Later, a friend in…
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