Lenore Weiss

(Downstage right, a woman typing at a laptop with the words displayed on a screen for the audience to read. Her back is to the audience. Downstage left, a second

Sunday hike along the canyon, but not the morningyou returned from your journey interrupted,came back and rearranged my apartment. I let you do it— the mahogany table, a shared relic

After my daughter was born, my psychic friend determined that Arianna was the reincarnation of my mother, a woman who’d been brought up Catholic and didn’t believe in sex before

Each day I kept hearing more reports of new spikes in the corona virus. Governors around the country repeated the same mantra, but this time with more urgency and conviction:

I’m sitting on my patio on this second day of summer. The previous evening, the sky remained a dusky rose until after 9 pm. This morning I washed my floors