Home is Where the Phone is…

I got a letter in the mail yesterday. Not an actual handwritten envelope from a friend, but a mass-mailing from the quick oil change spot that I drove through last month. So I plopped it down in the pile of low-priority mail in my kitchen, and didn’t give it another brain cell until today, whenContinue reading “Home is Where the Phone is…”


OK, we are all so very weary of the pandemic. Call it covid, covid-19, coronavirus, SARS-COV-2, Corona, Rona. We’re all looking forward to the day that it is in our collective rear view mirror. But while the plague’s persisting, we are continually hearing news stories of it… conversing about it… writing through it. I wonderContinue reading “Synonymously”