Coronavirus
“Retail Therapy … Just Isn’t Anymore,” by Eleanor Herman.

“Retail Therapy … Just Isn’t Anymore,” by Eleanor Herman.

Returning to the mall in the age of Covid-19. “I mean, even if nobody sees me, I do have certain standards.” Back to the Tysons mall after four months away! I’ve always loved to look at clothing, shoes, and purses. To try skincare and makeup. I used to slip out of my home office and...
"Everything’s Fine,” an essay by Bea Chang.

“Everything’s Fine,” an essay by Bea Chang.

31 paragraphs about quarantine and sports. “I figured that by the time I was ‘done,’ some semblance of normalcy would have resumed.” 1. Most of my friends were (are) athletes. After our college careers, they started to do long-distance running, signing up for 10K races and marathons. I did not. I coached basketball; I tended to...
“Waiting,” from the COVID journals of Patricia Smith.

“Waiting,” from the COVID journals of Patricia Smith.

On waiting — and moving forward — in a pandemic. “Experience tells me the world is not always a safe place, and yet — “ I know there should be a holiness in waiting. In learning to be still, to learn the lesson that we are not in control. This is, after all, what advent is all about. We wait and...
“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...