Then I saw the effect the forced isolation was having on my wife.
(nonfiction)
Tag: Dispatches from a Pandemic
We are talking about our lack of consistent showering, we are talking about our addictions and telling people our feelings.
(nonfiction)
Downstairs, my grandparents argue over the TV’s low volume, their voices rising and falling like a muffled opera aria.
(nonfiction)
A visual counterpart to our Dispatches from a Pandemic series
To me it was like returning to a burning house to get just one more thing—though I was afraid of what I couldn’t see rather than any blinding smoke.
The ground was frozen. Her body became the same.
(nonfiction)
“I’m doing fine. You just need to worry about me getting arrested for shooting one of these fucking turkeys who are buying up all the toilet paper.”
(nonfiction)
Maybe if I’m busy thinking about COVID-19, I won’t have room to think about the living, screaming person that will soon detach itself from my own person.
(nonfiction)
