I think I’ve handled this shelter-in-place relatively well, but I can’t deny the thought of spending Easter without my family makes me sad.
But, as I listen to the news of overworked doctors and nurses, some who have been infected with the virus themselves–some have died–I realize sheltering in place is a small sacrifice to make.
Stay. At. Home.
Click HERE to read the post that kicked off a month of writing haiku, in celebration of National Poetry Month.