Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Seventy One

“At this time, weather is a go for launch,” the voice on the TV said. It was Bob and Doug’s Big Adventure, Part Two.  You could also call it Elon Musk’s Big Idea. The announcers made a big deal of the fact that this would be the first time in almost a decade that astronauts…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Seventy

Snails have faces. That’s the title of an essay I read this morning by Paul Gruchow, and that’s the image I’m holding onto this somber morning, as I wake to even more distressing news in our country. A black man killed by a kneeling police officer in Minneapolis. A white woman choking her dog and…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Sixty Eight

Some years ago, author Barry Lopez was exploring an Aboriginal settlement called Willowra in Australia’s Northern Territory. On one day, what he would come to describe as a day of illumination, he came to understand something about his life. “The experience delivered me into the central project of my adult life as a writer, which…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Sixty Seven

[I had an (online) outreach event tonight for the J-O-B, so I’m recycling something I recently wrote about ‘ōhi’a, the most abundant tree in Hawai’i’s native forest. To read the entire story, supported by some wonderful graphics by Daisy Chung, click here.] The seed of the most important tree in Hawai‘i’s native forests is no…

Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Sixty Six

I’m sitting on the lanai, waiting on birds. If I lived in Alaska, I might be sitting around waiting for brown bears to awaken from hibernation. In Missouri, it might be deer and their fawn I wait to see emerge from the woods. Lulu and my camera keep me company. A poem or two by Jane…