Here is a silly little piece about my evolving relationship with English grammar:
Psychologists say that uncertainty is one of the greatest stressors on mental health that we face in our lives. This certainly seems to be borne out with what we have all faced in this past pandemic year. And, although it is certain that we all will die some day, none of us knows when that day will come. But, if given the chance, would you want to know how much longer you have to live? In pondering this question, I have written this little short story.
Here is a little essay I wrote when thinking about this year’s eruption of the Brood X cicadas in the eastern United States, an event that happens every seventeen years. I’ve taken a few literary liberties here: my actual birthday is in April, and I think that was 18 or 19 years old in the first photograph.
Oh my goodness. I think that we are all happy to turn our backs on 2020 and start looking forward to regaining a new normal in 2021.
One bright spot in my retirement life here in the paradise that is Asturias, Spain, is that I have finally finished a draft of my Art and Archaeology in the American Funny Pages. It is now up on my homepage as a rather large .pdf download. I would love to receive any feedback!
I haven’t written any blogs or updated this WordPress website for some time. I’ve now added an essay, “The Beginning of the End of the U. S. of A.?” and, under the Poems menu, some silly COVID-19 poems.