Repurposed

Repurposed

I cross the pot-holed parking lot wearing my N95 mask on a sunny suburban afternoon. My destination: a popup vaccination clinic at a shopping mall. The online confirmation instructions: Enter through the cinema doors, next to the chain restaurant sign. A “By Appointment Only” banner rustles in the breeze. A few people exit beneath it,…

Music, poetry, and finding yourself, again

Music, poetry, and finding yourself, again

We love lyrics in our house. Over Saturday breakfast, my husband Steve puzzled over Toto’s “Africa” — especially the wild dogs’ “solitary company.” Steve can spot a contradiction a mile away. We mused about the oxymoron, and came up with this: The wild dogs cry out in the night, as they grow restless, longing for…