Blame Me for This Pandemic! It Is All My Fault by René Schmidt

Seriously. I may have asked for this awful time. My wife, who understands these things better than I do, says I always get what I ask for. Once again she may be right. Last year I looked up and saw the sky crisscrossed with a dozen contrails where jets had sucked in clean air and spewed…

A Grandparent’s Wonder and Anxiety by Cynthia Reyes

I stare at my grandchild in wonder. Wonder at this little person who, at eleven months old, already has a personality of her own. She stands up from a sitting position, starts to wobble, but regains her balance. When she falls, she lifts herself up and stands again, beaming. Her mother and I applaud. “What…