Dear ol' Bob Sanger. I'm going to miss you, Bobbert, and I'm not the only one. Everyone who met this warm-hearted, fun-loving fellow is hurting right now.
Still pulling out these letters, that feel old and creaky even though they’re not long ago. I’m fascinated by how my perspective changes and I don’t even notice it. As cases start to rise...
Letters from June, after the lockdown had more or less ended in Tunisia but the rest of the world was (is) still going crazy.
Letters from May. Snips from letters I write to friends and family - a different look at lockdown under the pandemic.
Long letters to family and friend, cut down into bite-size nuggets for your dipping pleasure. These are from April, 2020.
Letters helped me keep connected and burn off the anxiety that burbled during the first weeks of lockdown. Here are some excerpts.