I’m keeping a journal. I started it March 9, the day the virus showed up in my town. Each day I jot the headlines from the news, and a bit about what we’re doing at home. Evenings, I check Johns Hopkins…
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I’m still experimenting with blackout poetry. Here’s one I made from today’s newsfeed. ****************************** In these long, vacant hours, we will have to learn to sit with ourselves and discover glory and meaning in stillness. Or, at the very least,…
On March 9, Dallas County announced its first Covid-19 case. ********************* Old-timers often said, “God willing,” when they announced plans. “God willing, I’ll see you Sunday, friend,” or, ” God willing, we’ll pull through all right.” Words born of uncertain…
On March 9, Dallas County announced its first Covid-19 case. Every morning since, I wake up and think: “Ok…I feel fine. At least I know I was healthy as of 14 days ago!” Having a full pantry reminds me of…
Daddy asked me to write this book. “You’ve got to do it,” he said. I was eight or nine at the time. “The story will be lost unless you write it down. People will forget. No one will have heard of John Ward, and…