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.
My mom entered my childhood bedroom on Saturday morning as she often does: before 8am, and with an announcement.
“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.
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.
We are in hiding from a silent, invisible monster.
The world is in hiding, together.