I truly love writing – I use it as a way to organize the many experiences and thoughts and feelings that otherwise would feel too fleeting or cluttered or unappreciated. I have dreams of being able to write personal essays professionally, though I know it will take time and a lot of effort and also perhaps luck. For now… I practice, and try to work up the courage to submit regularly.
It is oppressively sunny, blaring, glaring. I’m in the upstairs living room with heat streaming in the rows of windows, sitting compressed under the heavy air, bleary eyed, frantically hunched over the computer, disheveled.
Rounds of the Sun: Commemoration in a time of Pandemic My father died in 2018, of pneumonia following a brutal flu infection.Continue reading “Rounds of the Sun: Commemoration in a time of Pandemic”