Capsized

I take my first steps into today’s morning, and my feet are immediately submerged.

The water, it rises second by second and minute by minute.

The sharks, they start circling then snap at my legs as a jellyfish entangles my ankles with his long, slimy tentacles.

He stings my skin something fierce, the discomfort searing deep to my core.

The water, it reaches my neck as I attempt to steady myself, but the swift-moving current knocks me off balance.

A blue-claw crab with a hint of yellow threaded through its pinchers pinches my fingers as I struggle to stay afloat, but it’s not enough.

I’m not enough.

I desperately flail my arms, but the tide is too fierce.

I furiously kick my feet, but the water is too thick to tread.

I scream for a lifeline, but instead, impractical directives are haphazardly imparted to me from a blindness on high.

Unable to meet the demands I face, my head inevitably goes under.

I sink ever so slowly at first, then the full force of the ocean drags me downward.

Trapped.

I’m trapped and I’m drowning.

The water is dense in my lungs, and I cannot breathe.

I fail to stay afloat.

I fail.

The gulls, they see me, but they don’t help me.

Nobody helps me.

The gulls, they cackle their insinuations that the well-being of an inadequate singleton like me is irrelevant in such an immense body of water.

They mock me in unison, then take flight in every direction with no regard for my existence.

Along comes an octopus who glowers as he pummels my torso with each of his heavy-foot legs, then after three cycles of strikes, he disappears into the background.

But he is never really gone.

I am breathless… depleted… abandoned by all except for the sharks who feed on my flesh and the jellyfish who intensifies his sting.

Just as I begin to black out, a surge arrives from nowhere and heaves me onshore.

I crawl, gasping and spent, then unsteadily gain my footing on the saturated sand surrounding my bed.

I survive.

I weep as I drift asleep only to become submerged again by the vast ocean of unsustainability with my first steps into tomorrow’s morning.

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 Thanks for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“Capsized” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on October 4, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not endorsed or compensated in any manner by any entity; views do not represent any employer. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact jillocone@gmail.com with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.

Sublime

Sometimes,

There are

No words

To describe

The incredulous

Beauty of

Our world.

The rising sun

Stretches her hues

To dapple

The current,

The ocean’s color

As the light

Shimmies

And dances

Atop the waves

Divine.

How could I

Have been

Created by

The same being

Who built

And I bask in

Such beauty?

The day begins,

The sublime sunlight

And in the

Sheer glory of

Being alive.

Taken September 7, 2020


 Thanks for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“Sublime” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on September 7, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not endorsed or compensated in any manner by any entity, and do not represent the views of any employer. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact jillocone@gmail.com with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.

Long Live The King

I awoke yesterday morning to pouring rain pelting the house and a slew of notifications that had nothing to do with COVID, the Yankees, or politics, notifications that stabbed my soul and made me audibly gasp with sorrow.

“Actor Chadwick Boseman dies from colon cancer at age 43”

Rarely does a celebrity’s passing shatter my core, although I freely admit I cried when Carrie Fisher, Chris Farley, Robin Williams, and Tom Petty died.

This one, though. 

This one walloped my heart hard as the clouds outside my window wept all day long.  

Not T’Challa.

T’Challa, the soft-spoken king who packs as much strength and fierceness as any of his fellow Avengers.

T’Challa, the wise and noble warrior with unmatched agility and one hell of a necklace.

T’Challa, one of many legendary and inspirational characters brought to life on the screen by the extraordinarily talented Chadwick Boseman.

Chadwick Boseman grew up in South Carolina and wrote his first play when he was a junior in high school. He graduated from Howard University in 2000 with a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Directing. As a college student, actress Phylicia Rashad not only was one of Boseman’s professors but also a mentor. She secured funds for him and fellow students who had been accepted to the prestigious Oxford Mid-Summer Program of the British American Drama Academy in London. 

After earning his degree, Boseman taught drama and wrote several more plays while securing small television roles. However, in 2013 he landed his breakout role as Jackie Robinson when he was cast as the trailblazing professional baseball player in the film 42.

The roles kept on coming, and over the course of the next seven years, he would portray several other characters, most notably Thurgood Marshall and James Brown.

So, that’s Jackie Robinson, Thurgood Marshall, and James Brown.

Three strong African-American men who changed history portrayed by an African-American man who also changed history and redefined the word “hero.”

Then there’s The King.

King T’Challa, also known as Black Panther, a hero in every sense of the word whose inspiration transcends race, age, and gender.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw King T’Challa/Black Panther on screen. While I admired his dignified demeanor, his comforting accent, his care for his people, and his badass maneuvers, what made the biggest impact on me was the aura of goodness surrounding T’Challa that I could actually feel as I watched the movie, an aura undoubtedly created by Boseman through the phenomenal application of his craft. And every time I’ve seen T’Challa/Black Panther on a screen, I’ve experienced that same feeling.

And all the while, Boseman kept his diagnosis quiet. 

We’ve come to learn through his passing that, over the last four years, Boseman not only filmed ten films during and after surgeries and treatment, he visited children who were suffering from cancer while he quietly battled the disease himself.

Nobody knew.

Talk about noble.

Boseman spoke at the Howard University Commencement in 2018 at the height of his health battle. It’s an amazing speech in its own right, but as someone who has long struggled to find purpose, the speech’s closing speaks to my heart:

…You would rather find purpose than a job or career. Purpose crosses disciplines. Purpose is an essential element of you. It is the reason you are on the planet at this particular time in history. Your very existence is wrapped up in the things you are here to fulfill. Whatever you choose for a career path, remember, the struggles along the way are only meant to shape you for your purpose. When I dared to challenge the system that would relegate us to victims and stereotypes with no clear historical backgrounds, no hopes or talents, when I questioned that method of portrayal, a different path opened up for me, the path to my destiny.

You can read and/or view the entire speech here.

In the thousands of tributes posted within the last 36 hours, Chadwick Boseman was over and over referred to as the personification of grace and dignity.

That’s a perfect summation of this amazing human, who ironically passed away on Major League Baseball’s annual Jackie Robinson Day.

Death makes us all examine the trajectory of our own lives a little closer. When we choose to adjust our journey and live a better life as a result, that’s how we honor the legacy of those who made a difference in our lives and in our world.

I look at how Chadwick Boseman lived his life and all he accomplished despite the shitty hand that life dealt him. He never sought attention for himself but, instead, redirected the attention on others. He made people feel good about themselves and showed us what it meant to live in grace and goodness. 

Looking forward to my own future, I have no excuse for not aspiring to accomplish my goals. I will keep Chadwick Boseman’s inspirational example of dignity and perseverance close to my heart as I allow destiny to reveal the path to my purpose.

What better way to honor the legacy and the impact of a true King?

Thank you, Chapman Boseman. 

Rest in power, King.

Wakanda forever.

Wakanda forever, indeed.

Thanks for joining me on my journey. I am glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“Long Live The King” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on August 30, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not endorsed or compensated in any manner by any entity; views do not represent any employer. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact jillocone@gmail.com with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.

American Writers Review 2020-A Reading this Thursday 8/27 at 6:30 PM

I am pleased to be one of the readers participating in the Asbury Book Cooperative Book Reading from the 2020 American Writers Review and Art in the Time of COVID-19 this Thursday, August 27, at 6:30 PM which will be broadcast live on Zoom. I’ll be reading my poem “Nightfall” published in the 2020 American Writers Review.

Hard copies of the 2020 American Writers Review are on sale at the Asbury Book Cooperative, located at 623 Cookman Avenue in Asbury Park. The volume is also available for purchase on Amazon by clicking here.

If you’d like more information or to join/attend, please see the links below. Hope to see you on Thursday!

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Nobody is Listening

When all of this started in March, I foolishly believed that society was perhaps moving towards healing and entering a new era of empathy and wellbeing…

I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

Instead, together we’re traveling alone through uncertain waters brimming with sheer hatred and hostility.

And I hate it.

The self-centered outnumber the selfless, and they are screaming and yelling and commenting and shoving and fighting and judging and disrespecting and acting downright nasty and mean to others just because…

But nobody is listening.

I want to scream that never has a social media comment or rant changed anyone’s opinion, so just stop with the public shaming and contempt, already. It’s unnecessary and serves no purpose other than to aggrandize egos and provide a false sense of self-worth.

I want to cry out at the top of my lungs, “Shut up! Just shut up, already and be nice to each other!”

But nobody is listening.

I want to return to my classroom and safely do my job to the best of my ability while keeping all stakeholders safe, especially my students, without being subjected to hateful maxims such as if teachers die from COVID, taxes will go down.

But I cannot publicly respond to these anonymous wishes for my death, which would supposedly benefit the tax base and erroneously result in a little more pocket change in society’s wallet, because as an educator, I don’t have a voice or matter to the masses.

Keyboard warriors want me dead just because I am a teacher.

It’s a waste of time for me to defend myself or apologize for COVID’s existence, since teachers are the reason for everything that’s wrong with society…

Because nobody is listening.

I’ll do what’s expected of me as the new school year begins as I always do: I’ll sit back and continue to take it without defending myself as the kicks and disrespect keep on coming and pummel me over, and over, and over, and so on, ultimately leaving me with nothing but a feeling of ultimate failure and a dreadfully bruised soul.

After all, isn’t that what I signed up for when I foolishly decided to become an educator? 

How the hell did we get here?

I know the answer, but it will fall on deaf ears…

Because nobody is listening.

Excuse me, now, while I shift my priorities to myself and my well-being because…

I am not listening

to the naysayers…

to the ignorance…

to the doubters…

to the negativity…

to the disrespect…

to the selfish demands of others…

Not anymore.

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Thanks for joining me on my journey. I am glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“Nobody is Listening” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on August 21, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not endorsed or compensated in any manner by any entity; views do not represent any employer. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact jillocone@gmail.com with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.

Happily Ever After – A Poem

Today I thought I’d share a poem I wrote a long time ago that I needed to read again. I hope that, after you read it, you allow your younger self to come out and play today, too.

 

Happily Ever After – A Poem by Jill Ocone

 

She twirls on the playground

In her checkered green dress

And black Mary Janes

With lace-cuffed white socks,

Her pigtails stretched straight,

Then skips on the sidewalk

With her jump-rope dragging

Behind her

As she sings her way home

In the slanted sunshine.

 

She believes in pure goodness

And cares about others

And collects little trinkets

And chases the fireflies

And loves to tell stories…

Oh, how she loves to tell stories.

 

Once upon

A long time ago,

Yesterday and

Today and

Tomorrow,

She faded away.

 

Where are you,

Little girl?

 

Come out and play.

 

Bring your heart of gold

And your unblemished innocence

And your rainbow-filled dreams

And your magical fancies

And your banana seat bicycle

With the handlebar streamers

And play.

 

Come out and play

Today and

Live

Happily

Ever

After.

 

 

img_4612 Thanks for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“Happily Ever After – A Poem” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on July 27, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not endorsed or compensated in any manner by any entity; views do not represent any employer. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact jillocone@gmail.com with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.

Making Mailboxes Happy, One Postcard at a Time

Today I’d like to tell you about Postcrossing, the postcard exchange I’ve participated in since 2013 after one of my students told me about it.

Postcrossing is fun and allows me to learn about other cultures while connecting with fellow humans across the globe and seeing new places, especially now when so many restrictions limit travel opportunities.

In the past two months, I’ve mailed postcards to people in Russia, Japan, Canada, Netherlands, Germany, and to fellow Americans.

Here are some postcards I’ve received during the Pandemic (from United Kingdom, Germany, Poland, United States). Click on each card to see where it came from and how long it traveled.

Below are my two favorite cards I’ve recently received.

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I received this one yesterday, from Germany. It traveled for 16 days. The reason it is one of my favorites is that the sender wrote her second home is Ireland. For those who know me, you’ll understand the significance of this random statement on a postcard from Ireland mailed from Germany. The universe, it’s still speaking to me!

 

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From Colorado, traveled for 5 days. The sender is ten years old and loves literature. 🙂

 

I also received a postcard yesterday from Russia that traveled for 142 days. It was mailed on St. Patrick’s Day.

I’ll never forget the first postcard I received from a fellow Postcrosser in Thailand. Over the years, I’ve received a few cards from elementary school classes who learn about geography through Postcrossing, as well as cards from families and individual people aged five to 95. Click to see all of my SENT cards and RECEIVED cards. You can also click here to see my Postcrossing profile.

So, how does it work?

Postcrossing is 100% safe to use, so please don’t let doubts about safety overwhelm your desire to connect with other humans around the world.

You first need to set up an account on Postcrossing.

After you’ve registered, you’ll need to mail your first postcard.  When you request an address, read the statement and check the little box that you’ve done so, then you will  receive a fellow Postcrosser’s address and profile along with a unique ID code that you MUST write on your card. This code enables the recipient to register the card, and for every card you send that is registered, you will receive a card in return. Beginners can have up to five postcards traveling at the same time, and as you mail more postcards, the number of cards you can have traveling simultaneously will increase. I can have 25 postcards traveling at once, but that’s a lot of money to spend on postage so I usually send two to three postcards a week. The only people who will see your mailing address are those who are randomly selected to send you a postcard once a postcard you’ve mailed has been registered (it won’t be the same person).

If a card you sent is not registered within sixty days, Postcrossing will change that card to “expired” and you can then request to mail another card. Keep in mind that it takes a while for mail to arrive either to or from other countries, especially China, Russia, and Belarus. The closest city I’ve received a card from is from Jersey City. The more postcards you send, the more regularly you’ll receive postcards in your mailbox.

What You’ll Need

Be sure you have some blank postcards. Since I live in a popular vacation spot, it’s easy to find touristy postcards at local stores. I’ve also purchased postcard sets from Amazon and other online retailers.

Sometimes the person you receive will request specific types of postcards. If I have a card that fulfills their request, I’ll send it, but usually the person on the other end is happy with whatever card they receive.

Also, make sure you have ample postage on hand. It costs $.35 to mail a postcard to an address in the United States and $1.20 to mail a postcard to an international address. International and $.35 stamps are available at any post office location, or you can order stamps online at the United States Post Office website. Since the international stamps are large, I’d recommending putting the stamp on the postcard before addressing it to avoid covering up the recipient’s address. I love seeing the stamps on cards I receive from other countries.

Sample Card I Mailed

This morning, I requested to send a card and received the recipient’s address and profile. The recipient requested tourist-type postcards if possible and asked senders to include something about their town. Below is the card I prepared, which is happily waiting on my mailbox for my postal carrier to take it, thus beginning its journey to Slovakia.

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Front of Card – Typical Jersey Shore Tourist Card as requested by recipient. Again, if I didn’t have a tourist card, I’d send something else I had on hand.

Postcrossing Diagram

Back of Card with Diagram of What I Included. When Maria receives my card in Slovakia, she’ll register it using the Postcrossing ID in the upper left-hand corner.

What are you waiting for?

Postcrossing is enjoyable and a wonderful way to bring the world closer to your home. No matter our physical location and address, we all share the experience of being human, especially during this unprecedented time. The sender of every card I’ve recently received has included something about the pandemic on their end and wishes for health and safety.

To learn more, visit Postcrossing’s website or comment below with any questions you may have and I’ll do my best to answer them.

Broaden your horizons and have fun by joining Postcrossing today!

cropped-img_0764 Thanks for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“Making Mailboxes Happy, One Postcard at a Time” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on July 23, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not endorsed or compensated in any manner by Postcrossing or any other entity, and do not represent the views of any employer. The writer accepts no responsibility or liability for anyone else’s experiences using the Postcrossing website. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact jillocone@gmail.com with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.

 

The Blessings of “Un”-Summer

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Taken 7/13/2020 in Point Pleasant Beach, NJ

I’ve officially titled the summer of 2020 the “Un”-Summer as it’s been the strangest summer of all my forty-nine years.

But I don’t mind.

Summer is my season, face masks required or not. I’ve always been a summer girl, and despite the abnormalities of this particular summer, I’m reveling in its magnificence.

The sunshine and heat, the thunder and rain, the humidity with its accompanying brassiness… it’s all good in my book.

Days are longer, hair is messier, feet are bare, and the carefree feeling of summer is like no other.

Summer just brims with absolute goodness: nectarines and pluots and watermelon and berries and ice cream from the ice cream truck, pedaling around my neighborhood or up to the beach and back with the wind blowing through my hair, searching for tiny shells or sea glass along the ocean’s wash line with sand between my toes on an empty early morning beach with a friend, sipping my morning coffee outside while the birds and the crickets and the cicadas sing-sing-sing along with each other, reading and writing outside as a cool breeze caresses my face, observing the fireflies dance with each other as the sun goes to bed for the night, watching the plants blossom from seedlings into flowers and fruits and vegetables…

I still enjoy these summer blessings in light of our current circumstances.

To be honest, I think our current state of affairs has actually increased both my awareness of and appreciation for every summer moment and experience.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss the freedom of going to an amusement park without a reservation and a face mask, having lunch at some of my favorite restaurants that are currently shuttered due to a lack of outside dining availability or comfort, or strolling the boardwalk in the early morning without worrying about someone passing within six feet of me.

But the overriding arch here is that IT IS SUMMER.

I will continue living in my own little bubble of summerhood where life is good and bask in the glory of each summer moment and every summer day with appreciation for every summer blessing.

One of my accomplishments during this unprecedented “un”-summer is a complete revision/overhaul to my novel, Chapter One-A Novel, and this time, it’s the real deal. Over the past two months, I painstakingly dissected the manuscript and examined every word and sentence to improve its flow, voice, and story. That is why I’ve been absent from posting here; I focused wholeheartedly on the revision and did not want to become distracted by writing anything else. My hard work paid off, and I am wholeheartedly proud of and believe in the manuscript I produced. Chapter One-A Novel is now worthy of representation and publication. Here’s my one-sentence pitch:

Kelly Lynch, the twenty-something protagonist of Chapter One-A Novel, navigates the seas of friendship and the storms of loss as she travels from the Jersey Shore to Dublin, Ireland on a journey of self-discovery.

I know the universe will lead me to the right opportunity to put it into the hands of readers everywhere.

I hope that your “un-summer” blesses you with joyous memories filled with too many smiles to count. It will, if you make the best of it.

cropped-img_0764 Thanks for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“The Blessings of ‘Un’-Summer” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on July 19, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not compensated in any way by any entity. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact jillocone@gmail.com with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 Poems Accepted For American Writers Review 2020…Now Available on Amazon!

I am pleased to announce that three of my poems were accepted for publication in American Writers Review 2020, which is now available on Amazon.

My poems are titled “Policy of Non-Discrimination,” “Nightfall,” and “Wayward-A Sonnet.”

American Writers Review is a multi-genre literary journal published by San Fedele Press and includes short stories, poetry, creative nonfiction, and photography.

I will also have three of my writing pieces in the forthcoming “Art in the Time of Covid-19,” also published by San Fedele Press.

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cropped-img_0764 Thanks for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“American Writers Review 2020 Now Available” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on June 21, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not compensated in any way by any entity. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. 

 

Coronacation Chronicles – May 17, 2020

“The Land of Confusion”

img_3626We’ve officially been at this now for over two months. Signs of normalcy are returning not only as a result of governmental executive orders, but also because of personal defiance.

The collective’s mantra: We’re frustrated. We’re tired. And we’ve had enough.

I see both sides to this very peculiar coin: Everyone needs to be safe without becoming either sick or a carrier/infector, but everyone also needs to go about their daily lives.

I’m torn as to what side to take, as are many others who are also grappling with the contradictions of our way of life right now….what is closed, what is open, what should be open, new ways to gather in celebration of life’s special moments versus traditional ways, and so on…

Listen to my heart, or listen to my wants and needs? Postpone and wait? Cancel and move on? Or just do it anyway and ask for forgiveness later from not only authorities but from the people we unknowingly infect and the families we forever change?

Should we fear a second, and a third, and who knows how many more subsequent waves, or is that prediction from the scientific experts a bunch of hullabaloo? Should we be concerned about the possibility of higher antibody counts causing more serious complications when we become re-infected, which throws the idea of immunity out the window, or throw caution to the wind and ignore the data? What about the theory that the virus has already mutated into countless varying forms here in the United States, each with different effects and varying degrees of gravity?

Or should we go about business as usual and pretend this was all a bad dream, or that the virus doesn’t exist because “it’s such a nice day and I just want to be with people and go to the beach again?”

Unfortunately, this is not a dream. This is real.

The economy has tanked. People are out of work, and will be for a while or forever, depending on the severity of the virus’ ripple effects. Lives have been ruined, not by choice, but by circumstance.

Most importantly, people have died.

Let me repeat that: PEOPLE HAVE DIED.

Can I live with the fact I may unintentionally pass on the virus to a loved one, or a friend, or a colleague, or a student, and that person becomes a statistic simply because I threw caution to the wind and ventured out for an ice cream cone, which I’ll be honest, I’m craving like crazy right now?

Is that ice cream cone, or going to the beach or the boardwalk, or hugging my niece and nephew kiddos, or watching my students graduate in person, or anything else for that matter worth the potential price of a fellow human’s life? Is saying “the hell with social distancing and face masks” worth that price?

I can’t speak for you, but I can speak for ME:

No.

It most certainly is NOT.

Someday I’ll enjoy that ice cream cone. Someday I’ll be able to return safely to the beach and the boardwalk. Someday I’ll be able to hug my nieces and nephews again without fear of getting them or anyone else sick. Someday, I’ll be able to celebrate the accomplishments of my students in person and once again teach in my actual classroom. Someday I’ll get to once again go to a concert or to Yankee Stadium for a game. Someday I’ll be able to retire my face mask.

But that day is not today, and it’s not tomorrow, either.

No war was ever won with self-serving dissention among the majority of collective victors. Even the doubters put their differences aside as they marched onward towards victory as one.

Cabin fever sucks big time.

Losing a loved one sucks even more.

Losing our own life sucks the most.

I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if my actions led to the death of one of my brothers and sisters in humanity, even someone I didn’t know and never met but casually passed as I ventured out into bizarro-world in my conquest for a cone.

Life is the most precious gift entrusted to us all, and my heart cannot be responsible for trading your most precious gift for anything.

I’ll endure and march onward wearing my facemask in formation at least six feet away from my fellow soldiers with you in my heart.

Someday, we’ll be the victors, together.

And, damn, those ice cream cones will be the best cones we’ve ever tasted.

 

cropped-img_0764 Thanks for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.

With gratitude,

Jill

“Coronacation Chronicles – May 17, 2020” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on May 17, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not compensated in any way by any entity. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact jillocone@gmail.com with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.