In the Months of Quiet and Chaos
She pulls her mask down to her throat so that her lips can speak clearly, just this last time, just this small rebellion
End of the World
Completely Single in the Age of Coronavirus
My mom entered my childhood bedroom on Saturday morning as she often does: before 8am, and with an announcement.
In These Uncertain Times
“In these uncertain times…” is a phrase I’m really starting to hate. “Now more than ever…” is another group of words I’d like to punch in the face.
Somewhere Between the Before and the After
I’ve been thinking a lot about the day everything changed. When it became clear there was going to be a before and an after, and we realized that we were suspended somewhere in between.
A Socially Distant, Impromptu Elementary School Parade
If you haven’t witnessed an elementary school car parade, you should.
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Channeling Nana
Nana has survived some shit. This, we have always known. It explains her morbidly optimistic outlook, her incredible ability to move forward in the face of adversity, and much of our family’s collective neuroses. But how did she do it?
A Collective Panic Attack
Have you ever had a panic attack? It struck me this week that many people may never have felt the weary tightness in their chest, watched helplessly as the world tilted behind their eyes, been overcome by a silent, lurking, whirling darkness.
A Blog For the End of the World
We are in hiding from a silent, invisible monster.
The world is in hiding, together.
