Desperate times, new measures: Introducing Broad Street's Pandemic Blog.

Desperate times, new measures: Introducing Broad Street’s Pandemic Blog.

. We feel the need to do something. We make masks, we donate money, and still our spirits yearn for more. Solidarity and company, the companionship of … what we have, which is a computer screen, where most of us are glued all day and night. But there are people...
“Forced Surrender,” by Valley Haggard.  Digging deep in quarantine and recovery.

“Forced Surrender,” by Valley Haggard. Digging deep in quarantine and recovery.

“… you have to start to take it one day, one hour, one minute at a time just like you did in the first days of sobriety and childbirth and your very own brand-new unfamiliar life.” . When the gratitude lists and the shit lists are coming faster than you...
“We Are Operating Blindly in Much of the Country,” by Leslie Hayes, MD.

“We Are Operating Blindly in Much of the Country,” by Leslie Hayes, MD.

In the first entry in Broad Street‘s new blog about the pandemic, a doctor explains problems in testing for COVID-19.   “Because physicians weren’t able to test these patients, most states missed noticing when the disease started to have community spread.”   https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/about/testing.html I belong to several groups of health care workers...
Contributor News: Susann Cokal has a new novel, Mermaid Moon.

Contributor News: Susann Cokal has a new novel, Mermaid Moon.

Susann Cokal, our editorial director, has published a new young adult novel with Candlewick Press. The concept: In the far northern reaches of civilization, a mermaid leaves the sea to look for her land-dwelling mother among people as desperate for magic and miracles as they are for life and love....
"Kuan Yin," a memoir by Judy Anne Wilson: Coming out as a lesbian in the first years of the AIDS crisis.

“Kuan Yin,” a memoir by Judy Anne Wilson: Coming out as a lesbian in the first years of the AIDS crisis.

“I imagined his losses as paving stones, each appearing one after the other, each the dispossession of a dream, a hope.” Pride. Photo by the author. – Kuan Yin I was such a newbie, arriving in San Francisco on a rare sunlit afternoon in mid-November 1983. A picaro of sorts, by way of...
"The Archaeology of Desire": a portfolio by Gale Rothstein.

“The Archaeology of Desire”: a portfolio by Gale Rothstein.

“Where are we? Who is here with us? How big or small are we? Are we awake or dreaming?” This feature is also available, in slightly different format, on Medium. – – Editors’ Note Gale Rothstein’s work embraces dualisms in a conflicted environment: impermanence and reinvention, loss and hope. She...
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“Two Broken Feet,” by Kathleen de Azevedo.

“Two Broken Feet,” by Kathleen de Azevedo.

Differences in healing pre- and post-pandemic. “I felt a sense of creeping dread, made worse by the feeling that I could not run away.” http://www.metmuseum.org/ My last essay for Broad Street told of my trip to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, when I broke my foot. On that trip to my birthplace, I wanted to prove my...
“Aurora Borealis,” a stroll with Harry Kollatz, Jr., through Nature, Disaster, Memory.

“Aurora Borealis,” a stroll with Harry Kollatz, Jr., through Nature, Disaster, Memory.

“These days, the natural world around us is magnificent as a Baroque painting adorned by blooms and birdsong …” “The summer of 1914 would have been memorable for us even without the doom which it spread over the European earth,” author Stefan Zweig recalled in his book The World of Yesterday. “Throughout the days and nights...
“Last Night I Cried,” by Paula Boyland.

“Last Night I Cried,” by Paula Boyland.

No guidelines for a new way of life. “On the surface, we’re still doing what we were doing before the world changed …” Last night I cried. I was pouring myself a glass of wine and debating whether to watch TV in bed or play games on the computer. Mid-pour, I was surprised by the tightness in...
"Epicenter," by Amira Pierce: New York empties out.

“Epicenter,” by Amira Pierce: New York empties out.

“Our New York is scraped raw and almost eerily still…” “Epicenter” is a word they’ve said, we’ve said, I’ve said, you’ve said. Before, I didn’t care but this time I wish we meant it was the fashion epicenter, the entertainment epicenter, the business epicenter. And people who aren’t here ask from my computer monitor, “How is...
“Pandemic 1918,” by Susann Cokal.

“Pandemic 1918,” by Susann Cokal.

Historical perspective from a novel-in-manuscript called Influence. I have a little bird and its name is Enza. I opened up the window and in-flew-Enza! . Skipping rope at an athletics carnival, c. 1917. NOTE: The current pandemic has naturally made me think of a novel manuscript I completed recently, Influence, in which twin sisters Flora and...