In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 7/2/20

Yesterday I had a good long phone conversation with my 82-year-old dad. He seems to be doing pretty well now, five weeks post-surgery. He and my mom are walking around the block daily, sometimes twice. He has an appointment with his surgeon on July 16, and then...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 6/29/20

So much for my hope of easing up and slowing down the writing of this diary. I awoke this morning to news from back east of a police SUV plowing through a crowd in Detroit and a white couple aiming guns – his an automatic rifle, hers a pistol – from the porch of their...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 6/27/20

This past Wednesday, June 24, Jenny endured a 45-minute Zoom meeting with the president of the University of Washington, Ana Mari Cauce, along with the relevant vice provost, Rovy Branon. The meeting’s ostensible purpose was to take a last-ditch stab at saving, in...

In the Time of Coronavirus: Seattle, 6/23/20

When I was eight years old, at school I guess, I made a painting of some yellow flowers in an orange vase. I would have been in third grade, so I guess we were still living in the house on Bartlett Avenue in the near-in Milwaukee suburb of Whitefish Bay. It was the...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 6/18/20

“Killing field open tomorrow,” said the moto taxi driver on the street outside my hotel in Phnom Penh. “Close today. Flea. Look, no pay.” But you paid for the ride there, just like at any other tourist site. It was October 1995, and I was in Cambodia for the first...