Love in the Time of Covid – 19

The gray stripe on my scalp was getting wider. It had been 14 weeks since I saw Janice at my last hair appointment. I took a photo of my hair and texted it to her. “I miss you!” I said. Janice texted back and said that she’d been sneaking people in the back door of… Continue reading Love in the Time of Covid – 19

The New Normal

Last night the special on TV thanked the nurses, doctors, policemen, delivery men, grocery store workers, restaurant workers, mail carriers, truckers, etc, etc. Nobody thanked the farm workers. A week ago I was driving back from Monterey in a light rain. As I passed the fields on either side of the freeway, I saw the… Continue reading The New Normal

I Dreamed about my Hair Salon Last Night

As you know, there is a virus going around. All non-essential businesses have been shut down in the entire state of California. I texted my hair person yesterday since my appointment was supposed to be this week My stylist? Hair dresser? What do I call her? The woman who does my hair. Are you still… Continue reading I Dreamed about my Hair Salon Last Night

The Upside of Self-quarantining — Is There One?

I have a science friend who used the term social distancing a month ago. I listened to her. I thought of my sis in a nursing home situation, the sister I visit daily, and thought to myself, I need to do this. Two weekends ago, I skipped a Motown review at a large theater and… Continue reading The Upside of Self-quarantining — Is There One?

There’s Bitchy and There’s Old-lady Bitchy

I could’ve called it My Bitchy Saturday but opted instead for the other title.  It started off with the grocery store clerk putting my bag of apples at the bottom of the bag, then placing two dozen eggs, a pound of turkey, and a container of cake on top of them. Yes, I bought a… Continue reading There’s Bitchy and There’s Old-lady Bitchy

There’s Bitchy and There’s Old-lady Bitchy

I could’ve called it My Bitchy Saturday but opted instead for the other title.  It started off with the grocery store clerk putting my bag of apples at the bottom of the bag, then placing two dozen eggs, a pound of turkey, and a container of cake on top of them. Yes, I bought a… Continue reading There’s Bitchy and There’s Old-lady Bitchy