Complications of Mother's Day, Week Two in the Time of Transition
Neither Here Nor There, Week One in the Time of Transition
We are the lucky ones. We have available vaccines that put us in a unique position. We have entered a transitional time from living a life in a pandemic to moving to a new, not fully known, post-pandemic period. So, here we are.
Good Will, Week 59 in the Time of Coronavirus
Individualism, Week 58 in the Time of Coronavirus
Foggy, Week 57 in the Time of Coronavirus
Hello Again, Spring, Week 56 in the Time of Coronavirus
How Are You? Week 55 in the Time of Coronavirus
Love & Hardship, Week 54 in the Time of Coronavirus
What a Year! Week 53 in the Time of Coronavirus
Oh, The Memories, Week 52 in the Time of Coronavirus
Insult to Injury, 2020 Taxes, Week 51 in the Time of Coronavirus
Let's Be Real, Week 50 in the Time of Coronavirus
Week 49, Love in the Time of Coronavirus
I wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day. In doing so, I am very aware that Valentine’s Day is loaded. Maybe even more so in the pandemic. Here in New York restaurants are now open for indoor dining. Some will make it a romantic evening. Some will fight because they have very different safety parameters. Some will feel lonely as they have in years past. Some will be uniquely solo in this Covid-19 year. Many will measure others’ love by what attention they receive or don’t receive today. And others will see it as just another Sunday. Whatever the case, Valentine’s Day is signified by hearts, the social sign of love.
Love is a peculiar thing. We read about it, we say, “I love you,” we’re told to love ourselves. And, yet love is not a measurable commodity. We have seen love take so many forms in the pandemic. My expression of love has been everything from open & joyous to thorny and messy. My acceptance of other’s love has been a balm at times. While other times I have been judgmental and closed-minded.
Ennui, Week 48 in the Time of Coronavirus
I am certainly dragging my feet. Whether it’s writing this blog or cooking a meal, I lack whatever eagerness I had in past years. I have no...
Pandemic Envy, Week 47 in the Time of Coronavirus
We have become accustomed to the average pandemic envy like seeing those who prepare feasts as a way to get through this time of Coronavirus. Many of us have felt jealousy for acquaintances in larger homes. The more exhausted have longed for the energy cited in posts of new hobbies or accomplishments. Some parents envy those with no children, or those with safe help for their families. A number of people who feel alone have been envious of those who post happy couple or family portraits. Individuals who feel trapped with their families begrudge others who they imagine live blissfully alone. Now add to that the newer vaccine envy.
Without distractions I’m able to feel my emotions strongly. Sometimes this...
You Never Know, Week 46 in the Time of Coronavirus
Sometimes I find myself quick to judge. I hear a whiny individual at a Zoom meeting, and I silently groan. I also know that there have been times, and I chance to say there are still times, in which I am the one who warrants another’s groan. In my more open-minded moments, I remember that everyone is trying the best they can. We are all going through this pandemic, and there’s nothing easy about that. But there are other times when my exhaustion and impatience take over and I am unforgiving of anyone who annoys me from the selfishly maskless to virtual-meeting squeaky wheels.
Something I’ve noticed recently in my professional and personal life is how instantaneously we are to jump from one emotional state to...
What We Don't Know, Week 45 in the Time of Coronavirus
I have to admit that I wasn’t sure that the judge I watched numerous times on Law and Order was Fran Lebowitz. It looked like her, but was she a doppelganger, or was she, in fact, the writer? After watching “Pretend it’s a City,” Martin Scorsese’s excellent (in my opinion) docu-series of Fran Lebowitz, I was happy to learn that, yes, it was her as Judge Janice Goldberg in the original Law & Order.
The short series on Netflix was a delightful, laughter-filled escape from current events this past week. I learned a lot, evaluated my own thinking, and admired FL’s ability to speak her personal truths, thoughts I often have, but don’t share aloud. Somehow the cable show also had me pondering on the...
Boy, Oh, Boy, Week 44 in the Time of Coronavirus
Yesterday I hit the wall. Before I lost all steam, I had lofty plans. I had research to do. There is always cleaning and organizing. I was behind on my writing. Yet, by the time I was three fourths of the way through a walk in Central Park, I felt as if I was dragging my leaden legs on the southern arc of the Reservoir. When I finally reached home, I couldn’t get my sweats on fast enough. Then Lucy had to go out. I love her, and also dearly wished there was someone else who would have taken her out. I was able to speak with a friend from the other coast, and that gave me a pleasurable energy shot. Though life in California is as fraught as it...
Cautiously Optimistic, Week 43 in the Time of Coronavirus
Is this really a Happy New Year? Yes, we survived 2020. And, yet, recalling how happy we were to be in a new decade just a year ago, we are constantly reminded of the unexpected turn of events in March.
In this first weekend of the new year, we take stock of the meaning of “hindsight is 2020.” Relieved that 2020 is behind us, our memories are raw from all we witnessed, and all we faced personally. I now know the impact of ongoing stress on my body and mind. I am just beginning to understand what is required to sooth myself and support others going through the intensity of extreme tension. Sometimes it means reaching out and caring for someone, taking the attention off myself. Other...
So Long 2020, Week 42 in the Time of Coronavirus
Before the end of this week we will welcome in a new year. Never will there have been a greater collective sigh throughout the globe than at the rotating midnight hour of 1/1/2021. We all faced many challenges throughout the year. And we all learned essential truths about ourselves. I learned that doing less was a relief. I learned that patience is not an end point, but an ongoing process. I learned to use my crankier tendences as a reflection on what vulnerabilities I am attempting to protect. I learned that I still have a lot to learn in asking for help. Plus, I learned that 2020 gave us endless opportunities to learn. I also learned that even with the possibility of learning, sometimes learning to relax was the...