Hard to believe we are almost at the 365 day mark for living in a pandemic. I remember when it "officially" was called a pandemic. Do you? It seemed like it was never going to hit close to home. I was worried; sure, yet was still trying to figure out how I could take my already planned April cruise to the Caribbean. Tonight I told my kids to be quiet because I couldn't hear the TV. I wanted to listen to the President speak. He stated that there are more deaths from Covid than WWI, WWII and the Vietnam War COMBINED. Let that sink in for a second. Or two. And then I shed a few tears as he told (me) that there will be a time that I will smile when I think of my lost loved one (my Mom) before I cry. That there were brighter days ahead. That we need to take care of each other. EACH OTHER. Our fellow neighbors. Our families and friends. NO MATTER WHAT THEIR POLITICAL PARTY. I hushed my kids tonight so I could hear the President speak. And then said to them "Isn't...
Mom, cancer survivor, and wanna be writer.