Here I am—one month into quarantine and a global pandemic and social distancing and a whole new reality. Here I am in the raw. My face is pink from three hours in the glorious spring sunshine that my body was not at all prepared for. My eyes look tired from the restless sleeps I’ve had … Continue reading The COVID Diaries: One Month In
The other night I stayed up way past my bedtime looking for the edge piece of a puzzle. I'd decided to pull down our specially reserved brand spanking new Jan van Haasteren puzzle—the only type of puzzle Zeke will do—because desperate times call for desperate measures. We normally only puzzle in the summer on vacation … Continue reading The COVID Diaries: Puzzled
My heart thuds in my chest so hard that I'm sure I'm having a heart attack. I gasp for air and each breath is short and unsatisfying. Everything closes in around me and every muscle tenses. It's at this point I either freak out completely or I talk myself off the ledge. When it happened … Continue reading On climbing and anxiety
Kristi Fuoco 