Letters from May. Snips from letters I write to friends and family – a different look at lockdown under the pandemic.
Wednesday Missives
Foolish letters
Long letters to family and friend, cut down into bite-size nuggets for your dipping pleasure. These are from April, 2020.
Because I know you missed it
I know you’re eager to catch up with my cooking and eating. It’s hard to be away from this riveting excitement for long – I get it. Back with a new edition.
Letters to my aunt
Letters helped me keep connected and burn off the anxiety that burbled during the first weeks of lockdown. Here are some excerpts.
From Russia with love
Time travel with me to Russia. This is a trip from 2004 – before I blogged. Looking at the pictures brings it all back!
Guest poetry today
Gene tries his hand at poetry, Keri tries hers at changing the world.
It’s a messy time. Let’s clean house.
Let’s talk about what we like, and what we want, in a president – not what we abhor and distrust.
A mass of senseless rubble
So much to talk about from this past month. Not so many pictures of food.
Scumbag advertiser
Picture someone holding up a can of high-sodium, high-fat processed soup with minimal nutritional value. Then imagine them touting the soup’s healthy home-cooked recipe. Add flash bangs and domestic military incursions and you’re presidential.
Corona, time and pastry
A momentous time of doing nothing and everything. Capturing how it felt for posterity is not corny at all.