Woman working at home.
Is this thing on?
Because I have something to say.
For the past two months or so, since the COVID-19 pandemic began, I’ve watched America, my country, change — a lot. Day by day, life as we knew it drifted into a memory close enough to miss, but far enough to not be rekindled. I began to watch a rather repetitive medley of store closings, deaths, politician speeches, super-scripted “we’re here with you” emails — rinse and repeat.
It’s been sad. It’s been terrifying. Thinking about all the people whose lives have been sacrificed for the sake of skimping on the severity of this virus makes me want to cry.
But there’s something else. There’s some part of this whole thing that rocks my soul to