Lesson two: Never, ever assume that someone is vaccinated.
In those dark and awful moments, I knew fear, loss, and grief. I understood the horror of Covid.
“Does Ernie have any Kevlar vests at home, and do you think he would lend me one on 9/11, when I’m at the base giving shots?”
Increasingly, I felt like I was in a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale.Increasingly, I felt like I was in a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale.
Don’t worry about the booster. Worry about the crazies spawned by political leaders, intent on mayhem as a way to regain political power and hold on to their financial gains, which are fed by the ignorance and suffering of others.
I need time for reflection, for meditation, maybe even for prayer.
“We can share the blame with some politicians, conspiracy nuts, religious fanatics…but the real culprit is us. Get vaccinated, America!
I Googled “new job jitters.” About 5,080,000 results (0.89 seconds) populated my computer screen.
I wore no makeup, a waste when you have to cover your face with a mask, and I was dressed in my COVID incarceration uniform—baggy sweats and a loose cotton top.
Bob’s chirp—staccato and loud enough to jar me from my stupor—was followed by her ritualistic head bobbing and a softer, rolling chirping. I lay there, eyes still closed, forcing myself to listen to her gentler song, trying to wake my brain and force myself back into full consciousness. Bob began singing again and playing withContinue reading “To Sleep or not to Sleep”