Health

After a year of living with the virus, my bio safety practices have morphed from a temporary self-preservation measure to a lifestyle.

Where is the Conspiracy of Vegetables? Can you say McSpinach? Why aren’t there any salad commercials during football games?

I may be folding socks on a falling airplane, but in these troubled times I need to be busy and I find comfort in the pantomime of normalcy.

Diversity, disagreement, voting and government link people together in the supply chain for the public good. That’s why we share the cost.

I’m going cross-eyed navel gazing. The autopsy on my bad mood revealed dread clogging my subconscious like plastic in the oceans.

If lockdown isolation is doing to your brain what it did to mine, I have empathy for you. You need a hug. The affection deficit is real.

I took a mental health day, watched the clouds roll by, let go of time and all the plans I pack into it like an overstuffed suitcase.