Small Signs of Hope: A Pandemic Project

Writing to Decide, Deciding to Write

Here I am again, trying to write another first draft. Every time I start, I stop. Sometimes it’s because I get interrupted. Lately, it’s because something outrageous or amazing or just plain confounding has happened in the world, and I think, Oh, I can’t write about the thing I was going to write about; I have so many thoughts about the new thing, I need to write about that instead. And the new thing is connected to the other thing—

Tomato Hopes

Indoor Profusion

Orchid Storm

Blessed Are Neighbors

Dream Words

Precise Moment

Popsicle Bunny

Wee Hours