Yesterday evening I gathered with a small group of people (via Zoom!) to discuss last Wednesday’s attack on the U.S. Capitol, heightened political tensions in our communities and within our families, and the effects of the Covid-19 pandemic on our personal relationships. Within our group there were deep feelings of anger, disappointment, anxiety, sadness, exhaustion, embarrassment, numbness, and fear. I too have felt all of these emotions, especially over the past week. I have even struggled to put pen to paper regarding it all-not because I am unsure of what I think (my thoughts are quite clear on these matters) but because I haven’t found a way to cohesively and affectively communicate those thoughts.Continue reading “Truth Over Power and the Attack on the U.S. Capitol”
I’ve written before about discovering the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while stationed in France and Germany during World War II ( you can read about them here, here and here), and what a treasure it has been to read through those letters. They’ve given me a window into the past that history books, or even news articles from that time, could never offer. I’ve learned about their personal hopes and fears, what they saw, and how they managed each day. I’ve read those letters dozens of times, and they never get old to me. They make me feel close to grandparents in a way I never did while they were living.
It occurred to me the other day that it would be such a shame Continue reading “The Quarantine Writing Project”