Split Second
As we slog through these long months of Covid and, now, the darkest time of the year when the ancient fear that the sun will disappear forever still lurks in...
The Getaway, Part 2
For a week near the end of September, my husband and I escaped to outer Cape Cod (see my previous post, The Getaway, Part 1). While walking in marshes, woods...
The Yellow Chairs
I bought the yellow chairs at a yard sale years ago. "They're yard art," a friend declared. But they didn't fit well in my lumpy backyard, so they sat in...
Alternative Mode 2 .2020
Since I'm not playing with other musicians in public during the pandemic, I find myself curating my own music. I've always liked this piece, which I wrote for my recital...
Breaking News: Pandemic Life in Suburban New Jersey
By late March early April 2020, I came to realize that everyday life in suburbia had changed. The streets were empty. Local stores were closing one after another. The virus...
Signs of Life
I am not one to notice signs. My friends and colleagues do; a feather on the ground points one towards making a major life decision, or a certain smell means...
Hoarding Food
In March, at the beginning of the pandemic, I felt a strong urge in my bones to start hoarding food. As I contemplated the packages holding the food that would...
A New York – Paris Visual Diary: The Human Face of Covid-19
(Ed. Note: A New York-Paris Visual Diary: The Human Face of Covid-19 is a stunning compilation of photographs that capture the story of the pandemic through the lens of a...
