I’m having frequent poignant memories of childhood – sparked by Parker’s age and where she is in her life. Equating it to where I was at her age in my life.

One key takeaway from 2021? Never get comfortable. You think things are going one way, and then they stall or go the opposite direction.

“Look around, look around!” The Hamilton lyrics of That Would Be Enough say. I am looking at my life.

What are the signs? What things I am supposed to notice that I’m usually too busy to pay mind to?

Part of the life, or psyche, as a writer is riding highs and lows of creativity. Sometimes I have so many ideas that it’s painful to not have more hours in the day to explore and poke at them. Other times, I have the luxury of free time, but zero ideas percolating.

I, like many readers, have a long list of books I want to read. They’re titles and authors accumulated through personal rec’s, book reviews, podcasts, everywhere really. I’d say I have about several dozen, but not more than 100, books on the list.

Never has spring felt so good. So promising. So essential. While I’m still cautious – internally and behaviorally – I’m also being pulled by the tide of hope that’s affecting everyone.

We’ve been Connecticut residents for 5.5 months now.

I know I’m not alone in my trippy-dippy relationship with time this past year. Days flow one into the other, a weekend indecipherable from a weekday. It’s April, no June, January?!—it’s all the same as we want to fast forward to better times and yet are stuck on groundhog day.