Writing group night. We're meeting on Zoom again. We met on Zoom starting all the way back in March of 2020 and through until the last o...

Birthdays in the social media era. Stephen is downstairs whipping cream (I can hear that scraping buzz of beaters against bowl) and I'm ...

Steve and I walk down the hall to Liz' loft just like old times, just like before the pandemic, heading to writing group together.  Ever...

Stephen and I are just back from getting our second covid shots. We have a few moments before I need to be off upstairs to get on Zoom for m...

I head to our front door, to go out into the world, to pick up something for work. Stephen follows to say goodbye. "Got what you need?...

It's been a whole year. According to the tally I've been keeping of our particular days of social distancing, it is day three-hundre...

It's weird and tense in the office. I'm sitting at my desk, answering emails, trying to keep focused on the work. There's been t...

Middle of the work day, me at my desk at home, typing away on my laptop. Checking my Outlook calendar for Zoom meetings. I click the "r...

I head out of the office after a day of work. Step along the pavement, one foot and then the other. Forward is a scary direction these days....

Sitting at my computer, 2:30 in the afternoon, working, and my phone makes a blink of sound. One of those alerts. I look over at the thing s...

Quiet, I bend down and lift Nicholas out of his self-heating doggy bed and carry him through the dark morning house. Past the Christmas tree...

Christmas Day, and I'm taking a break between bouts of fabulous food to sit at the computer and scroll social media and give likes and h...

We're in middle seats waiting for takeoff. I try to remind myself not to be afraid of flying. I'm thirsty. I have to pee. The plane ...

Just back from a run to the store that was presumably for general essentials but was more accurately for enough comfort food and drink to ge...

Early morning black and Stephen is snoring, quietly, but enough that it wakes me. I try to pretend for a while that I can ignore the rhythm ...

The alarm is going off. Chiming bells. I reach for the phone and make it go quiet. Shift away from the dog pressed against me under the cove...

The little Zoom squares on our screen, with happy faces and waving hands, blink out, one by one. I hit the button to exit. On the dining roo...

Walking Nicholas a couple blocks from the house, my eyes ahead and all around, always ready to make a street cross when someone approaches, ...

I'm working upstairs when Stephen calls up from the foot of the steps. "Hey. I'm going to take a walk." I get up to h...

I'm baking Stephen a cake for his birthday. I'm done with the measuring, the combining, the stirring, the orange-zesting, the egg-c...