Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Eleven

In Jane Hirshfield’s poem, “Some questions,” she asks: Will you miss them \ the cruelty and hunger \ the manatees and spoonbills. I focused on the manatees and spoonbills. They draw huge crowds year over year in Florida the way albatross and humpback whales draw people to Hawaii. Like sandhill cranes to Nebraska. Grizzly bears…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Ten

Sun-sun. That’s what greeted me this morning when I opened the drapes to see the mountain outside accept the full radiance bestowed upon her. Throughout all the weather our island throws at her, Kalalea stands. Full sun. Overcast sky. The shroud of rain. Kalalea is my first greeting as I open the drapes to the…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Nine

The forecast called for more rain and another thunderstorm overnight, and I kept waking, feeling for Lulu, raising my head to listen for thunder—it was Eric, snoring—and slipping open my eyes to watch for lightning. But we made it through the night with no dramatics from nature and none from Lulu, either. This weekend was…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Eight

Shortly after midnight I realized the bed felt really spacious, particularly by my feet. I kicked my leg one direction, nothing. The other direction, the husband. It felt great to be able to stretch my legs completely. Then, it dawned on me. There was no dog on the bed. We started letting Lulu sleep on…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Seven

Eric left for work at 7:00. My work day got started at 8:00 with a conference call. About when the call ended, I heard the garage door opening. It was Eric. He popped in with a dozen eggs that someone had dropped off at the shop. I’m not sure why, whether it was from a…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Six

Another gray start to the day that stayed with us through the evening. I listened to an interview with novelist Max Brooks on NPR’s Fresh Air with Terry Gross. When news of COVID-19 started making headlines and people weren’t quite convinced about its deadly potential, Max and his father, comedy filmmaker Mel Brooks, produced a video…

Writing in the Time of COVID-19: Day Five

It’s a gray morning but a sound pulls my head up and away from my phone, and I step onto the lanai. It’s a pair of nēnē flying overhead. My mom used to do this, get distracted by nature. Growing up in the Midwest, it might have been the distant cousins of nēnē, Canada geese….