Jennifer LaRue

I write it as I see it.

I woke up very late this morning, luxuriating in a rare Saturday-morning sleep-in after a rare late Friday night, planning my day, my list of tasks long and including my pledge to write a blog entry about today’s being the vernal equinox, otherwise known as the first day of Spring. I don’t know about you, …

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One year ago today, the staff of The Mark Twain House & Museum met in our 176-seat auditorium to address the fact that this COVID-19 thing was suddenly more serious and more threatening than we had allowed ourselves, individually or collectively, personally or institutionally, to imagine. We gathered in the auditorium instead of our regular …

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I haven’t blogged for more than two weeks. I hate that, but I’ve been working insane hours — and, when I’m not working at my “day” job, I’ve been assiduously tackling life tasks that had mounted into an enormous, daunting burden and become crushing and overwhelming, keeping me from thinking straight, behaving like a decent …

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