0.6 miles of holiness
Every evening around 10:30pm, if you're hanging around a certain Chicago street corner, you'll see a couple emerge from a yellowed apartment building, usually holding hands. They begin a 0.6 -mile walk in the twilight,
Lament // Waiting
I think it's week 6 of my shelter-in-place/quarantine/coronavirus panic insanity? It's a bit unsettling that I've somewhat lost track of the days. I've tried to keep track by baking something every weekend. But it's blurry.
Dear Graduating Senior
My alma mater asked its grads to write a note of encouragement for all the graduating seniors this year, whose semesters were cut short by COVID-19. Below is what I sent - something pertinent, I