Say Something, I’m Giving Up on You. Here it is. Blank page. The place I once found my greatest comfort. Also, a place I avoided successfully for hours that turned into days that turned into weeks that resulted in years. The question of why such avoidance happens rattles in my head all the time. And I come…

The Age of Corona. I hear that and it sounds kind of cool, like Age of Aquarius. Or maybe memories of time spent with friends drinking beer and dancing. “The Age of Corona” does not bring to my mind what it has actually been like. The reality. Or as I…