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...
From the COVID Journals of Lise Haines.

From the COVID Journals of Lise Haines.

On learning that she should sacrifice herself for the good of the public. pikrepo.com On the television this morning, an idea was floated with great sincerity. I could sacrifice myself for the public good. If anyone had to get sick or starve or die from a lack of oxygen, I was...
“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....
"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...
“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...
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“I don’t know what to do about it,” an essay by Laura Bernstein-Machlay.

“I don’t know what to do about it,” an essay by Laura Bernstein-Machlay.

On passing time in Detroit. “I’m so sorry, I whisper to the silence all around.” Monet, The artist’s garden at Giverny, 1900. This feature is available, in slightly different format, on Medium, here. Where I live, COVID-19 has landed like a tornado. It staggers and sways through Detroit and beyond, so everyone deemed nonessential stays under cover when...
“The Beach and the Bells,” an essay by Jenny Gillespie Mason.

“The Beach and the Bells,” an essay by Jenny Gillespie Mason.

Zoom healers, a beach trip, and a campanile with canned chimes. “I can’t help but feel I’ve done something wrong in bringing them, that I put my own sanity before others’ health.” I stayed up too late on Zoom for Wendy’s fiftieth birthday dance party. I don’t remember the last time I danced like this with other...
“Time Slowing Down,” an essay by Karen Sullivan.

“Time Slowing Down,” an essay by Karen Sullivan.

“Civilized time has always felt bottled, and now it’s not.” Once, deep in an Alaskan winter in the abyss of a post-divorce-induced depression, I spent an entire Saturday sitting in the living room of my rented postwar cottage, rocking absentmindedly in a creaky chair, dog in my lap, staring through small frosted windowpanes at feathers of...
“Home and Office,” by Sarah Waring.

“Home and Office,” by Sarah Waring.

A British transplant is thrust into telecommuting while sheltering in place. GetVoip.co Three keys and one door never before unlocked: I look at the options in my hands, their golden weight full of promise and yet trepidation. My first choice seems given — the key with the worn, plastic cap has to be the one. A woman standing...
“Quarantine Dreams and Jacob’s Ladder”: from the studio of Amie Oliver.

“Quarantine Dreams and Jacob’s Ladder”: from the studio of Amie Oliver.

Painting her way through a pandemic. April 14, 2020 I am more grateful than ever to have the time and space in which to escape the current situation. The Art Lab in Richmond, Virginia, is the best medicine for me. Everything is as I leave it there. A continuum exists in that space where I can...