Missing People
Writing hasn’t been easy this past year.
I haven’t written much, and most of what I have written has felt forced.
I thought it was the stress of living in “The New Normal.” I thought all the scary things the past year has served up, swirling in my brain, had rendered me unable to focus.
I’m sure that has been part of it.
But I recently discovered what my bigger problem has been. . . .
I miss people.
I had a routine colonoscopy last week. (I say “routine” because I didn’t need...