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In 30 years, when I’m talking to someone about what life was like in 2020, I don’t want to forget how crazy the times actually were.

Our normal has been challenged. I wake up in the morning and I don’t go anywhere. I turn on my computer and see how I can contribute to my employer staying in business. My employer, in turn, helps me by providing resources to assist with maintaining my sanity.

Gas is $1.79, and the gas stations are mostly empty. I filled up before my employer told us to work from home over a month ago. I still have three-fourths of a tank. I don’t drive a lot in general, but this is unbelievable even for me.

Reading time: 2 min

I’ve been telling myself since the beginning of the year that I need to write. I love reading what I was doing at a specific time in my life. I like to say “remembering is hard” because it really is hard. I find it hard to remember details from a few days ago, so penning words about a random day can help remember the mood, the emotion, the thing that made that day special.

Only right now 2020 has made it one to remember…

Reading time: 2 min

The driver of the red Corvette screeched to a stop in front of the restaurant and waited for the valet to open her car door. Justice admired how the street lights bounced off of her new sliver and white Hogan’s as she exited the car.

“I can’t believe you spent $400 on those sneakers,” CC complained.

“Why not? My feet deserve to be pampered. Some women like their heels, I like my sneakers.” She stuck her tongue out at her older brother as they entered the restaurant and were ushered immediately into a corner booth.

Reading time: 8 min

The alarm jarred Song Jackson out of a deep sleep. She hit her alarm clock with force, knocking a stack of bills to the unfinished hardwood floor. She swung her legs from her bed, her feet sliding into the awaiting slippers before she stretched her long lean muscles. She reached for her square-framed glasses, bent to her knees to reorder the bills by the due date, wrapped them in a rubber band and laid them on her nightstand.

She pulled her white cotton sheets tightly around the bed, tucking and folding them as her mother had taught her. Hospital corners. Pulling the worn gray comforter up, she fluffed her pillows.

Reading time: 6 min

When I lived in the country in South Carolina, small frogs and lizards used to make it into the house regularly. I am not a friend to things that are slimy, green and/or jump, so I would squeal while trying to find something to trap them in until I could get someone to do something–anything– with them. That usually meant they were trapped under a coffee cup.

I’m not so cruel that I wanted the creeps to suffocate, so I googled for ideas to repel them. Several sits mentioned cats repel the critters, so we got a kitten. 

Reading time: 3 min
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