November 2020

November 30, 2020


Light snow here in Ohio, and the weather report was mixed with grim coronavirus forecasts.

November 29, 2020


The holidays remind me that I don’t have the type of family that appears in commercials and television specials.

November 28, 2020


Domestic rituals of all kinds will be critical during this long winter.

November 27, 2020


Sometimes I blame modern-day aesthetics for my difficulties. The optics seem wrong for devotion.

November 26, 2020


Tonight I am grateful because I have a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and the freedom to make my own decisions.

November 25, 2020


I miss the dopamine loop, the carrot and the stick, and the rhythm of stepping outside for five minutes after each page or paragraph.

November 24, 2020


I tuned into the voice looping over the P.A. system, struck by how it sounded simultaneously rational and insane.

November 23, 2020


There was a time when people believed the stomach’s gurgles and rumbles belonged to the voices of the dead.

November 22, 2020


We stopped at a rest area where a man stood on the grass, grinning at the moon.

November 21, 2020


I read about a temple where an image is treated as the living incarnation of an infant god.

November 20, 2020


I often hear people say they feel as if reality is slipping away. But perhaps reality is becoming more evident.

November 19, 2020


I found a rare picture of my mom young and smiling, caught beneath the overheated gloss of a 1970s photo.