Note: this post was written during the day on Wednesday, Nov. 18, 2002. My father passed away later that evening. Our dad has COVID, and he’s dying. He went into the hospital ten days ago after being told by a doctor to go home and, my sister says, “tough it out.” He was admitted the …
My friend Robert met me for a walk in a park last weekend, and he mentioned his recent back spasms because he was in pain and not up for a lengthy adventure. “You think it’s because of a new bed?” I asked. He had speculated about this on a separate occasion. He said he had …
Last night was election night. I snuck in a walk between my evening meetings because the temperature had been near 70 during the day, unseasonably warm for our area. I wanted to be outside, away from social media and color-changing maps of the United States. The path along the river is dark in many places …
Being Wendi 