Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Fifty-Five

The ceiling fan ticks above me. My friend the spider is centered in her web between the two chairs on the lanai. Lulu’s faint snore beside me slips like smoke from her mouth. Outside, doves coo, a rooster crows. I catch the bleating from a goat down the street. Not even the fringe of palm…

Lost Words

A is for acorn. B is for buttercup. C is for chestnut. Or maybe: A is for almond. B is for blackberry. C is for crocus. You recognize these words, right? They’re familiar, right? You can probably even picture the two-toned brown nut with its textured top hat. Possibly taste the juicy blackberry in your…

Politics Aside: We Must All Be Mothers of Nature

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.” -Cultural anthropologist Margaret Mead Late last year, at the same time the Presidential election results shook the nation, the majestic Laysan albatross started returning to Kaua‘i. They dropped their spatula-like feet and touched…