A new year, a new President, an insurrection, stress and fear and gratitude and drawing.
The third surge. Adjusting to life at my parents'. A birthday. We evolve.
I’d always imagined, in times of massive disruption, that there would be a clearer rupture between “before” and “after” -- …
It’s so far a pretty quiet week which is very welcome, though that gives me more space to be sad …
A day when I felt depressed.
It's a hard time for friendship.
Pandemic stress manifests in different ways!