Bright spring sunlight
pours into bathroom window -
revealing split ends.**
Last week Wednesday was the one year anniversary of my last live class before moving entirely online, where I continue to teach to this day.
Today is the thirty-first anniversary of my father's death.
The pandemic anniversary date snuck up on me fairly quickly; of course I've seen North American and European folks* posting about the year anniversary of many aspects of the pandemic in social media. Of course it's come up in personal conversations and in my classes. And yet, I am deeply affected by anniversaries (as regular readers of this blog know) and this one is striking me quite deeply.
