Author Archives: timeout2

About timeout2

I have lived 100 lives. I write essays, short stories, poetry, grocery lists and notes to myself. If I am ever lost, look for a paper trail, but be careful not to trip over any books that lie scattered here and there. I am a reader. I am a reader in awe of writers. When I don't live in Westcliffe, Colorado, I live in London where I am a long-time member of Word-for-Word - Crouch End.

Journaling Covid-19 – March 20, 21, & 22

March 20th No one knows how long the Coronavirus will be with us. The exponential curve measuring the rate of infections is alarming. Will people voluntarily limit their exposure to possible infection? Will hospitals be able to keep up with … Continue reading


Journaling Coronavirus

2020 03 19   Good Morning! Not to dismiss the dire predictions for Coronavirus, several writing sites have suggested that we journal our home-bound experiences. Not so much for our contemporaries, but writing while we are locked-down, our mental meanderings just … Continue reading


A Plague on All Our Houses

Despite the title, I am hopeful. Being housebound after the longest, coldest winter ever has me straining against the leash. I think that the dog collar around my neck has spikes on it. Hope springs eternal. A couple of weeks … Continue reading


Be My Valentine

Valentine’s Day has always been bittersweet. I think that it started in grade school when your teacher said that everyone had to send a valentine to every classmate. EVERY CLASSMATE – even the classroom bully and the girl who was … Continue reading


Death – Not So Creepy

Everyone is a fan of something – football, shopping, or binging on Netflix. I am a fan of cemeteries. Driving down the road, it is not unusual for me to shout at the driver, “Stop! We’re passing a cemetery!” Currently, … Continue reading


Put Another Log on the Fire!

I don’t know when I’ve been so cold. My fingers seem to be extensions of  a wooden marionette’s hands, but the person pulling the strings is somewhat handicapped. Mittens or gloves won’t solve this problem. I need a hot tub … Continue reading


Jump-starting Thanksgiving

  Not to sound like a ranting feminist, but Thanksgiving (overseen by women in the kitchen) has always brought me down. It’s hard to be thankful when buying, preparing, and serving the Thanksgiving groaning board is your responsibility. It is … Continue reading


Queen for a Day

At 8:00 a.m. on October 9th, our thermometer registered eight degrees Fahrenheit. It’s too early! My flannel-lined jeans are still packed away with the long underwear. The leaves have faded , but they are not ablaze in orange, bronze and … Continue reading


Forever Young (at heart)

Least you think I’m deluded at 76 because I still think that I’m in my late 50s, let me hasten to tell you that I refuse to look in the mirror. There’s no point in underscoring the wrinkles that I … Continue reading


Remembering 9/11

If you are a regular reader, you know that I’m into Food Porn. Can’t get enough of it. My heart races: the pictures, the  techniques, and the text all suck me into the world of food. I don’t have to … Continue reading