Pandemic Memory #3

Dina McQueen Pandemic musings

Chickenpox, 1973 The itching is insane. The bumps have popped up in my scalp, inside my mouth, eventually they’ll even erupt on the lips of my … um … vagina. As I moan inside the pounding of my own brain, I silently scream, When will this nightmare end? Mother dabs puffy cotton balls drenched in Calamine Lotion across my back, …

Dina McQueenPandemic Memory #3

Pandemic Memory #1

Dina McQueen Father daughter memories, Pandemic musings, Wash your hands

Wash your hands This morning washing my hands I realized this:  Perhaps the one and only truly useful thing my father ever taught me was how to wash my hands. In one of the only memories I have spending alone time with my father I am five years old, in the bathroom I shared with my three brothers. I stand …

Dina McQueenPandemic Memory #1