Then, all of my job leads went very quiet. Coronavirus had spooked the job market into hiding. And, pragmatic as I am--and as a survivor of unemployment during the last recession--I saw the writing on the wall.
We truly are a village. We got each other’s backs through thick and thin. I think the amount of outreach groups and programs being created all over social media and various charities certainly prove that. In the end, the show will go on and we will get there together.
Allen Ryde from Aurora Clothiers by Allengale pauses Princess Parties to produce face masks based on a design promoted by Deaconess Hospital. He has modified … Continue Reading Head Seamstress/Designer at Aurora Clothiers by Allengale Livestreams DIY Mask Pattern from Deaconess Hospital
Four weeks ago, I was laid off after a nine-year tenure, a sparkling annual review, and a 14% raise. “I’m offended for you,” an interviewer … Continue Reading Moonlight & Magnolias & Coronavirus
I approached last weekend in a mood. Another death occurred in the family, someone for whom I have much love and respect, and with whom … Continue Reading South Street Santa Muerte
When I began this blog, declaring my commitments for poetry and flash fiction, I was worried it might interfere with my novel. I promised myself that The Waterclock Wars would remain my primary objective. And so, it has. I dedicated the weekend to character editing, beginning with Julian Hardwick. I … Continue Reading Digital Diary – Story Vomit
It turns. The ceiling fan. I watch the blades move, feeling curious about the racket. There is a sound like the space between radio stations pulsing with each rotation. A sharp whine comes up from below it. This sound I cannot explain. The blades blur until there is only a rotation of shadow and light. Pins … Continue Reading Flash Fiction_02.18 “Edgar’s Valentine”
