Hands

Dear Reader,

I hope all of you are finding some good in this surreality we are living in. I don’t know about you, but I have come to appreciate this time to press pause, take a deep breath, reflect, write, read, and connect with family and friends (over various virtual platforms). I’ve gotten more fresh air and exercise than I have in months. I even de-cluttered my room!

Since we’re all in hunker-down mode (I hate that expression), let’s first take a minute to throw some new terms into the hat. My friend suggested we call it “funker-down”. My husband likes to call it a “retreat”. Any other ideas?

Okay, here is some poetry news to pass the quiet. I recently received my latest issue of Third Wednesday magazine in the mail, and saw my poem!

It was inspired by my husband. I’m terrible with my hands.

 

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