Wednesday February 2nd Many years ago I was a political science exchange student in Finland at the University of Turku during the middle of a below-zero Arctic winter. This happened as a result of a confrontation late one night back in the English student bar where boys went to drink beer after studying in the
Thursday January 6th. This is the anniversary of the Storming of the Capitol in Washington, and the papers and television news are full of it. I don’t think I can bear to listen to yet another discussion or read one more article. It was horrific at the time, has divided America in half and
Monday January 17th. I have been considering tossing out all my old sketchbooks and diaries from twenty or thirty years ago but thought I should look at them first. I found a series of self-portraits drawn in crayon, from the dark blue and black Critic drawn with fierce lines to the Girl with the
Tuesday December 28th Alison leaves today, I don’t know how the time flies by so quickly. We sat yesterday evening for our last dinner together for a while. Caz made the most divine latkes I have ever eaten and we piled apple sauce and sour cream on top. This used to be a Christmas Eve
Friday December 24th Christmas Eve It rained all day yesterday and all night, massive, fierce rainstorms that we haven’t seen for at least a year. The mountains received six inches of rain in twenty-four hours, which is unheard of. I left the bedroom windows open, just a crack, so I could lie in bed and
Monday November 29th I am removing November’s huge calendar from the wall and can’t bring myself to hang January. I usually hang two months at once, so planning takes place, but today dealing with the end of another Covid year, entering the new year of my eightieth birthday, feels too overwhelming. I am not ready
