Renewal – Carole J. Garrison

The Spa

Increasingly, I felt like I was in a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale.Increasingly, I felt like I was in a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale.

Empathy in the Time of Covid-19

Like Alice, I’ve lost my “muchiness,” and I need to get it back.

REAWAKENING

So I wonder, amidst all this life in bloom: will I be an annual or a perennial?

As One Door Closes, Another Door Opens

Real life demands real hands-on purpose. I hope that I am transitioning from one very fulfilling job to another.

Haiku

It feels like the shot is giving us a time-out rather than a cure. Something impermanent and vague.

United We Stand

When the flag once again becomes a symbol of hope and promise for all, it will really become a symbol of America.

Bob’s chirp—staccato and loud enough to jar me from my stupor—was followed by her ritualistic head bobbing and a softer, rolling chirping. I lay there, eyes still closed, forcing myself to listen to her gentler song, trying to wake my brain and force myself back into full consciousness. Bob began singing again and playing withContinue reading “To Sleep or not to Sleep”

Mangoes, Friends, and Lovers

The mangoes arrived in the daily mail. Five large, rosy pink and green Valencia Pride mangoes, not yet ripened to their full sweetness

Running Away From Home

Running away from home when you only had a partial weekend to make your getaway and return in time to resume your responsibilities was not easy, not to mention finding a co-conspirator to share costs and a destination palatable to both.

Growing Old, Staying Relevant

Three quarters of a century old. Who among us thought, when we were angsting over turning thirty, that we would face the challenges of being seventy-five or older? When I turned thirty I got a guitar (that I never learned to play), an expensive sports car (that my ex wanted as part of our divorceContinue reading “Growing Old, Staying Relevant”