Maybe I have Covid19. I spent four months in Italy when infection rates were the highest in the world. Most of that time I was in Sicily. In quarantine, like everyone else in Italy. Unable to leave my apartment except for necessities. And since… Continue Reading “Covid Testing and Quarantine – Part 1”
Being in Italy for four months during Covid19 was wonderful in so many ways. And still, some days were hard. Really hard.
I’m starting to see more articles and essays on home. Which is not surprising since most of us are at home more than ever these days. But in particular, there is a theme about how home is changing now that we are sheltered in… Continue Reading “Home is Not Changing, We Are”
During quarantine, there’s a prevailing thought that we are “stuck” at home. Even Ellen DeGeneres, currently living in yet another of her fabulous homes, surrounded by gardens and mountains, compared being at home to “being in jail.” Not a fair comparison by any means… Continue Reading “Sheltered in Place: Play”
My plane leaves from Athens today. 3:00pm. Athens to Vancouver. Vancouver to Chicago. Chicago to Tulsa. I’ve received so many emails and flight updates that I am thoroughly confused. Best as I can tell, my flight to Tulsa now leaves before I even reach… Continue Reading “Resting”
Quarantine measures have been extended in Italy. In L.A. In many parts of the world. And for this, I am glad. We’re not ready for life to “return to normal.” We’re still in denial. Still making excuses. Still raging. We haven’t hit rock bottom… Continue Reading “Sacrifice. Addiction. Resurrection.”
I was stopped by the police a few days ago. Well, not stopped. Checked. As I was waiting to enter a grocery store. It was early, only twenty minutes since the store had opened, and already there was a small crowd of shoppers clinging… Continue Reading “Coronavirus in Italy, Part 3: Police, Shopping, and the Italian Response”
I’ve had a headache for 2 days. Maybe three. Time is a bit of a blur, marked only by the light outside. I can’t tell if it’s tension or sinus. Probably both. Ibuprofen doesn’t touch it. Yoga feels great but doesn’t bring relief. Nor… Continue Reading “Some things are the same”
I don’t know how to write this post. I’ve been sad all weekend. My heart is heavy. It’s a bit surreal to be in Italy when the numbers of infection are rising in the States. The numbers have now surpassed Italy. Significantly. Exponentially. Over… Continue Reading “More than Statistics”
In the wee hours of the morning, I had a dream that something had happened and the President was no longer in charge. I was in the middle of learning something – trying to learn something – when it was announced on TV that… Continue Reading “Who’s in Charge in This Crisis?”
Two recipes I learned years ago from my (then) Italian mother-in-law are a staples of my diet during Covid19 quarantine in Sicily.