Making Do In Quarantine: A Pitcher of Lemonade (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #18)


June 24, 2020 2:55am   What to do with two fresh lemons,gifted by a friend who drops offfresh produce every two weeks? I’ll make a pitcher of lemonade! Do I remember how? I halve the lemons and squeezethem by hand into a measuring cup,since I no longer havethe fruit squeezer I thought wasin the kitchen … More Making Do In Quarantine: A Pitcher of Lemonade (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #18)

There Are Days (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #17)


June 16, 20204:47pm When I can’t keep up with timebecause my clocks are out of rhyme. The cell phone makes me think it istwo minutes later thanthe analog wall clock andthe cable box clock,while the kitchen stove clockis two minutes slower thanthe rest, And the car clock,two minutes faster still. There Are Days When I … More There Are Days (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #17)

The Forgotten Heroes of Covid-19 (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #16)


June 14, 202010:50am Of all the Heroes of Covid-19braving the illness to serve us—The doctors and nurses,firemen and EMTs,grocers, meatpackers,postal workersand pizza deliverers, The lowly garbage manwas forgotten. Week by week,Month by monthof these coronavirus days, We’ve gathered our trashand recyclable waste,set them outat our curbs or in our alleys, in the full and certainknowledgethat … More The Forgotten Heroes of Covid-19 (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #16)

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)

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