Is it really a year later?

Time flies during COVID, or is it cancer that makes my life pass before me? Either way, I've finally revived this blog, and will hope to use it to keep you posted in what's happening from here on out.
Florida Journeys is slowly coming to completion, later this year, I hope. Adding Zora Neale Hurston and Rachel Carson and Constance Fenimore Woolson chapters has added more years to the project than I can count at this point, but I think it will be a much better book.
I concluded my thirty years as a Humanities Scholar with three final programs during Women's History Month. I think they will all be available for viewing on YouTube or Facebook; drop me a line if you can't find them. I am working on having a few more things to offer over Vimeo, including "My Huck Finn Funeral," a fun project wherein some of my nearest and dearest will hold forth with stories, songs and prayers about dear ole moi.
So far, I have avoided COVID, mostly by staying isolated, which I will continue to do. Please keep wearing those N95 or KN95 masks when you have to circulate. Too many friends and family are still getting this virus; more than ever, it seems.
As we watch Europe prepare to implode from Putin madness, I study the march of Hitler's army with dread, remembering the words of Santayana carved over the entrance to the museum at the site of Dachau Concentration Camp: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."