coronavirus, Covid 19 pandemic, Fiction, Florida, Writing

A pandemic diary: My new short story

September 1, 2020 While this blog keeps me busy and helps me cope with the pandemic, I also write fiction. I recently turned out a story called "High Tide," which is about the virus, beaches, life, and most of all, love. It's just been published by the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Click on… Continue reading A pandemic diary: My new short story

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A pandemic diary: Change and perseverance

August 27, 2020 I was sitting in traffic the other day when a dragonfly dropped out of the sky right in front of the windshield. It hovered like a Blackhawk, wings beating impossibly fast, before zipping away out of sight; their average speed is about ten miles an hour but they can get up to… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Change and perseverance

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A pandemic diary: Dog doldrums

August 21, 2020 These are unquestionably the dog days of August. Not because people are rushing to find pups for companionship, often acting on impulses that both humans and pooches will regret. (Hint: Be sure you're not dealing with a puppy mill, and if you don't like early-morning walks, you'd best forget the whole thing).… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Dog doldrums

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A pandemic diary: Blue’s gone

August 13, 2020 One Saturday in 1972 I walked out of the dorm where I’d lived for a couple of weeks, joining some new friends and what seemed like the whole town on the way to my first college football game. It was a clear, bright September day, nippy enough for a jacket, but even… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Blue’s gone

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A pandemic diary: Watching and waiting

August 7, 2020 As you might know, Michelle Obama has said she’s dealing with low-level depression over the pandemic, racial strife, and the Trump administration. She's far from alone: more than a third of us are believed to be suffering from mental distress, but numbers are abstract, impersonal. It's different when it's you and me.… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Watching and waiting

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A pandemic diary: Now it’s personal

August 4, 2020 In less than 24 hours last week I learned that two friends have the virus, one in a hospital, the other recovering at home. I worry about these good people and can't do much for them except hope. I knew it was only a matter of time before the monster struck inside… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Now it’s personal

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A pandemic diary: Sex and violence and then some

July 29, 2020 Six feet apart beats six feet under. Apart: Good. Under: BAD. Repeat until you're saying it in your sleep. Want to liven up a Zoom call? Say, “Raise your hand if you’re wearing pants!” Those who reject masks, vaccines, and science should be required to wear tinfoil on their heads at all… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Sex and violence and then some

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A pandemic diary: Falling dominoes

July 22, 2020 My shoulder hurts again. Dammit. It’ll be fine for several days, then stab me with no warning. This time, all I did was reach around to scratch my other shoulder, and it pulled too much or stretched too far. The pain flares out from the joint, up the side of my neck,… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Falling dominoes

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A pandemic diary: New nightmares and old memories

July 17, 2020 So far, the flood of new cases hasn't affected the way my wife and I live. We wash our hands religiously (not just at Christmas and Easter), stay home for days on end, and when we go out we wear masks, like we have all along. We're sure as hell not letting… Continue reading A pandemic diary: New nightmares and old memories

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A pandemic diary: Independence

July 7, 2020 You had the perfect Fourth. Everything was great – the beach, the weather, the fireworks, and most of all, just hanging out and being normal again. You’d almost gotten used to the six-foot bullshit, and the mask when you absolutely had to, but no more. From now on you're free. Just like… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Independence