Yesterday was my COVID Isolation Anniversary. One year of lockdown. One year of paying attention to toilet paper supplies. One year of stasis and rapid change, of everything-stays-the-same and it’s-all-different. One year during which life has become infinitely more simple and relentlessly more complicated. One year.
Friends check in occasionally. And I check in occasionally with them. How are you? they ask, and I ask them, too, even though I have no answer because how … Continue Reading “Henceforth, I shall answer all how-are-you queries using the FT Scale.”
I drive four mornings each week up the winding roads of Parrett Mountain, past alpaca farms and vineyards and into the Douglas Fir forests as I climb. It’s a slow drive by necessity; there are steep drop-offs and no guard rails or shoulders to offer forgiveness if you stray.
It always feels peaceful to me, that drive: the forced slowing of my typical pace, the tiered ruffles of the fir branches like a designer got … Continue Reading “On Doing Way Too Much and Not Nearly Enough: What October 2020 Feels Like”
The pandemic continues, Oregon is on fire along with the rest of the West, and even though the fire a couple miles from our house is now 75% contained (THANK YOU, FIREFIGHTERS!), my brain is broken. Just totally kaput. Zero percent battery, and I forgot where I put my brain charger.
I was feeling badly about this, as though my inability to get anything done is proof that I’m a lazy sack who doesn’t deserve … Continue Reading “15 Realistic Recipes to Feed Your Family in an Apocalypse”
When I started my COVID Diaries, I thought it would be for a while. A season. An interesting few weeks, maybe? I thought our national response would be different. I thought, even if we didn’t eradicate it within our borders, we’d control it.
I did not think I’d be sitting here, almost exactly 6 months later, writing about wildfires sweeping the West, including the fire that’s about 3 miles from our own … Continue Reading “And Now Oregon Is on Fire: The COVID Diaries”
This is Abby (the human) and Lulu (the dog).
That pic is from 3 months ago, which means Lulu is now 45x bigger.
He is not a labradoodle, after all.
He is either a small, black bear, or a moose, or a husky, feral, adorable kindergarten boy named something that ends with -y. Like Kenny. Or Jeffy. Or Tommy.
You know the one. He’s the kid who has NO IDEA how long his limbs are. … Continue Reading “All of 2020: A Story about Dog Poo”
Listen, friend. I will give you one — and only this one — opportunity to stop reading. If periods gross you out, you should be done. Right now. Click away. Abort. SAVE YOURSELF. Or carry on. I don’t care — *shrug* — I’ve done what I can. Now it’s on you.
I don’t really know what to say about this other than it’s worse than The Day I Pooped My Closet. And I do … Continue Reading “This Is Worse Than the Day I Pooped My Closet”
Confession: I legit don’t get it when white people say they’re not racist.
I’m white. I’m racist.
Oh, I’m trying to be anti-racist, as in ACTIVELY WORKING AGAINST RACISM.
And also, I’m racist in that I’m participating in an ongoing way in upholding structures that discriminate against people of color.
I mean, if racism is the systemic oppression of a minority by the group with power, and if I benefit from that … Continue Reading “9 June 2020 — The COVID Diaries: Staying Sane in a Time That’s Not”