By Nancy Dunlop It is my first day in— what are they calling it? Self-quarantine? Social distancing? Shelter-in-place? I suppose, for me, it’s isolation. But unlike many others my age, I’ve been in isolation for almost a decade, due to a disability. Today is really no different than any other day for me. Except that [...]
By Nancy Dunlop And may one be happy in the face of bad things? And may one make art or knit or bake a bundt cake in the face of bad things? And may one have a hopeful meditative life, a restful prayer life, an active inner life in the face of bad things? And may [...]
By Nancy Dunlop Brutal Things Must Be Said –James Baldwin Some poems reside in oven mitts, opening the stove and reaching for the pan with the leavened bread flowing over its edges, the mitts pull it out, piping hot. A safe and soothing thing. We are okay. Some poems are like an arrow in a [...]
