The clouds of COVID have been my teachers lately. Every afternoon, in the typical Colorado-spring fashion, cumulous begin to form.  Wisps turn into billows, white turns to dark gray.  I see them creeping over the Rockies and warn my kids, “20 minutes until we need to go inside”. Cumulonimbus are soon at my front door….


I search my playlist for something upbeat.  I need something to transcend the monotony of the daily routine.  I scan for a soundtrack to imitate the spices I am adding to my potatoes. “This Kitchen is for Dancing”.  The sign hangs over my head. I haven’t felt like dancing much lately.  Too much routine, too…