“Nothing Like a Pandemic,” by George Choundas.
Chess, mooning, candy shopping: A kid grows up in family isolation. “It’s like losing a tennis match to someone who calls her racket a thingie.” Day X I teach Claire chess. She’s nine. After example moves, and a few trial runs, we play a full game. I don’t give 100%. I don’t roll over, either....
“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.
“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...
“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...
“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...
