My husband turned 70 last fall. I will be 68 in five months. We live on the Oregon coast, property that has been in my family for over a hundred years. We took precautions immediately, which means we have been in isolation for over three months now. We walk very each morning on the sand. The local song sparrows have make a music that is unique to my immediate area. Last year's eaglets are all grown and hunting, five Steller's jays and robins and various sparrows and finches forage, the whimbrels scout the waterline for sand crabs (fifty-two one evening) and the bats are flicking about in the dusk. The pools are greening, the tides wash up and down. Nature perseveres.
Jan Priddy's writing has earned fellowships, grants and publications in journals and anthologies. She has degrees in art from the University of Washington, an MFA in writing from Pacific University. She was raised in Oregon and Washington north of Seattle and lives in the NW corner of her home state of Oregon. She blogs at IMPERFECT PATIENCE.
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