So today is Easter. Along with everything else, it’s a little different this year. Although, I’m not sure how we would be spending it. My family hadn’t made Easter plans yet before we all locked ourselves indoors about a month ago.
It has been three weeks since I and most others I know have been isolated at home in the hopes of slowing the spread of Covid-19. At least I think so. Even as the sun keeps rising and setting, I like most people, have lost all sense of time.
But I can’t figure out why. I have worked at home for nearly three years. My normal work outfit is yoga pants, a T-shirt, and a sweatshirt. My office is down the stairs. I barely leave the house during a normal week. Yet, everything feels different now. I am struggling to concentrate. It is perfectly quiet, but I feel like everyone is screaming.
For a writer, writing about your parents can be one of the hardest and most rewarding things to do. You may come to understand someone who is part of your life in a way that you have not been able to before. For Kao Kalia Yang, who writes about her father in The Song Poet, it is a way to understand his art in a way she has not before.
If you are weary of coronavirus news and you are stuck at home, there is one bit of good news. March 19 marks the first day in spring. Here are five things you can do now that it’s spring even if you are stuck at home.
Today is International Women’s Day and the theme this year is #EqualforEach. That means a gender equal world in the boardroom, government, and the media. That also means the books we read.
When my husband and I planned our vacation to Laos and Cambodia for the first couple weeks of February, we weren’t thinking about Valentine’s Day. We barely celebrate it when we’re at home and weren’t expecting to think much about it while traveling. Vacation is special enough, who needs to plan a special night?
I returned from a 10-day trip to Laos and Cambodia almost a week ago. I had such an amazing time and I intend to write about in great detail some day. But I am still so tired today. So, instead I’ve decided to take Natalie Goldberg’s advice and write you a few postcards instead.
The sun was shining brightly but then. Does that sound like the beginning of a beautiful story? Or the end of a beautiful day? It depends if you see the sky partly sunny or partly cloudy.
When my sense of smell began to fade I knew why. I had been bold enough to tempt fate years before. Once, a long time ago, before I knew anything, I played a game with a friend. We were imagining things we thought would never happen. I asked, “If you had to lose a sense, which would you choose?”
Today I’m writing about nothing. I feel as if I have nothing to say. But it’s time to write this blog, so here are a few meditations on the meaning of nothing.