Way back in March when the words “social distancing” came into our vocabulary, I became fairly despondent. As an extrovert’s extrovert, I couldn’t really fathom the idea of not being around people. But as much as I love socializing with all sorts of people from all walks of life, over the last few months something has slowly begun to dawn on me.
Whistling past the graveyard. That phrase has been running through my mind all week long like it’s on a neverending loop. Whistling past the graveyard. Whistling past the graveyard. Whistling past the graveyard. Frankly that’s how most of these essays get started. Some little thing — a memory, an image, a notion, a saying — … Continue reading Stop Whistling and Start Singing
It’s been a helluva week. My car broke down, and I had to walk the rest of the way to work. I passed a murky pool by some rundown apartments and saw a sunken Tonka dump truck barely visible in the green water. By the time I got halfway to my office it was getting … Continue reading The Nightlife Ain’t No Good Life
It’s Easter Sunday. Jesus is back, but the Easter Bunny didn’t drop by. Baskets and plastic grass and chocolate rabbits just didn’t seem worth the risk of going to the store this year.
Find out what it's like to be an extrovert in a time of social distancing and shelter in place.
It’s been seven days now — seven days of social distancing.