That poem you posted wasn’t written in 1869…and why it matters.
One poem that has been making the rounds is called, “In the Time of Pandemic.” It begins:
“And the people stayed home.
Category Archives: On Writing
Writing & Grief: Meet Yourself on the Open Page
Grief is a strange landscape: The world is the same, but you are not. You are still you, but the world is not. Everything has collapsed and gone cockeyed and reassembled in ways that only you can see. Even those who have lost the same person have still lost someone different than you have. It’s easy to feel like Alice, dropped down a dark rabbit hole.
Bless This Mess
If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. I don’t know who coined this one, but it seems to roll neatly …
Deborah Edler Brown 