The Lockdown Diaries: Enlightenment

by Janice Nigro I’ve been doing my part during the lockdown. Staying indoors for most of my days. Fooling myself that I am doing some exercise in 500 square feet of space. Working on my projects. It’s kind of business as usual for me. Marketing, writing, and editing. Although it's harder for me to remember... Continue Reading →

The Lockdown Diaries: Another perspective

by Janice Nigro I’m not sick and I hope the dreaded coronavirus (or any other disease) is not currently taking up residence inside your body. I’m not enjoying this particular period of time in American history for many reasons. But there’s another way to look at all of this. It’s as if the whole world... Continue Reading →

The Lockdown Diaries

by Janice Nigro I always wondered what good I would be to society as a cancer biologist if the apocalypse happened. Now I know. Not very much. Most of us are waking up to the sobering reality at how less than fundamental our jobs are to basic human survival. We’re fluff. Even a scientist, after... Continue Reading →

Why so many coronaviruses from bats?

by Janice Nigro Nature can still surprise us. One sperm, one egg and you are a whale shark, a red hairy shrimp, or a bat terrorizing humans by showering pandemic disease causing viruses down upon them. I’m as caught up as everyone else in the interruption of life, business and the stock market brought upon... Continue Reading →

“Slow” connecting

by Janice Nigro Anyone who knows me, knows I love the subtleties of language. I can spend hours, even years, focusing on a word that seems well, funny to me. Many come from the misuse of words that my international friends will make. It’s not meant to make fun, or funny (as they will say),... Continue Reading →

Ice cubes in the sky

It's still gray along the SoCal coast into the middle of August. I'm not complaining. Here's my second haiku, another homage to the marine layer which keeps things cool along the coast in summer. Am I right about the clouds from the marine layer in the afternoon? It also happens to be my favorite time... Continue Reading →

Home is where my pasta machine is

by Janice Nigro A plane is that modern vehicle of irony, speeding you through the air at times to areas of the Earth that might still be in the stone age. Or at least into another apparent universe where we don’t understand the language, we don’t look like anyone else, and we don't have the... Continue Reading →

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