If You’re Waiting for Me to Speak Out Because I am a Black Woman….


May 28-29, 2020 You can keep waitingUntil the 12th of Never. I’m tired. Tired of writing about my life as a Black Woman from Baltimore. For 6 years(Because President Barack Obamapleaded for us to have aConversation on Race), I’ve tried to tell you, I’ve tried to show you— “Black Lives Matter. The Black Experience IS … More If You’re Waiting for Me to Speak Out Because I am a Black Woman….

“What you say means far less than what you do. Your actions are the real you.” (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #15)


May 5-8, 2020 A worrying contemplation for me…. I. What I do is say. What I observe,What I learn,What I know. Mostly in writing. On paper,On tablet. In emails,journals (personal),blogs, letters—occasionally publishedin the localnewspaper(3—or is it 4,To be exact?) What I do is write. “Words” is what I do. Do I make goodon my Words? … More “What you say means far less than what you do. Your actions are the real you.” (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #15)

Springing Forward, Though Covid-19’s Shadow Is Ever Present (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #14)


May 3, 20204:42pm I. Now that the cold and darknessof Winter is finally past,I‘m opening blinds and windows, Letting light and fresh air into block the fearand uncertaintythat Covid-19 has cast. No more daily briefings—though the deaths continueto mount— Today my heart is singing, beatingfor the living whoalso count: the ones who foughtand survived like … More Springing Forward, Though Covid-19’s Shadow Is Ever Present (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #14)

Grief in the Age of Coronavirus (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #13)


    April 24, 2020 4:30am I keep a binder filledwith obituariesof every loved oneI have lost. The binder is dividedinto sections,each sectionin chronological order: FamilyFriends & NeighborsChurch & Community Friends In my lifetime,I have grievedfor 1 set of great-grandparents,2 sets of grandparents,My parents,1 brother, Most of my aunts and uncles,Many cousins,and a Hostof friends, … More Grief in the Age of Coronavirus (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #13)

The Money Grubbers (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #12)


April 23, 2020 1:30 pm   They say the economy isBroken. Thousands wait in bread lines,unemployment lines, at home – searchingfor their elusivestimulus check – a paltry sum. While millionairesline their pocketsalready overflowingwith money madeoff the backs of workers who wait in bread lines,unemployment lines, at home – searchingfor their elusivestimulus check – a paltry … More The Money Grubbers (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #12)

Masks and Gloves? Check! (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #11)


April 18, 2020 4:57pm This morning at 7:00am, by order of Republican Governor Larry Hogan, masks became mandatory wear in any enclosed public space in Maryland (a majority Democratic state). Thanks to a timely gift of a reusable cloth mask and disposable gloves from a dear friend yesterday, I was prepared. Not that I was … More Masks and Gloves? Check! (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #11)

Easter 2020 (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #10)


April 12, 2020 Dear Covid-19, Sorry I missed your call yesterday. First, my friend who hosted the Zoom Passover Seder brought me some matzoh ball soup. She set it down on my porch by the front door. Through the glass of the storm door, we pantomimed self-hugs and patted our own hearts to simulate the … More Easter 2020 (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #10)

A Holy Trinity of Verse (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #9)


Maundy Thursday Am I lostAm I foundAm I savedAm I drowned Last nightHoly ThursdayI observed The 2nd nightOf Passover. A last-minute invitation From a friend.I had no other plans.So I joined in On the Zoom call. Following the Haggadah On a pdf. Drinking green teaIn place of wine.Eating taco chipsIn place of matzoh. The wind … More A Holy Trinity of Verse (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #9)

A Passover Pandemic Poem – by Guest Poet Mira Appleby


A most powerful and persistent 2020 Passover plague, a precursor to painful pandemonium. This is no prank nor premeditated, but after all, wasn’t’ it predicted…? While possibly preventable, why point fingers – what’s the point? A pretty picture is not being painted… Despite preachy, pretend, pushy political pundits, local people are producing protection – and … More A Passover Pandemic Poem – by Guest Poet Mira Appleby

Yo! Covid-19: You Don’t Scare Me (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #8)


April 2, 202011:45 AM Okay, Covid-19. Let me school you. You see, I am 66 years old. I have fewer years ahead of me than I have behind me. I may have anywhere from 12 years (age 78, when my Dad died), to 20 years (age 86, when my Mom died), or 24 years (age … More Yo! Covid-19: You Don’t Scare Me (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #8)