A million confirmed cases of coronavirus across the world. One million people infected by this strand of RNA that hijacks cells and starts to copy itself. A grim, symbolic number that is in all likelihood only the flake of snow atop the iceberg. The confirmed cases leave out the majority of people who do not … Continue reading The Coronavirus Containment Dispatches: Day 17
How would I be quarantining if I didn't have kids?
Is my diarrhea a sign of coronavirus or did I eat too much baba ganoush yesteday? Can I still smell? I read that losing your sense of smell is a sign that coronavirus is attacking your central nervous system. I ran back into the bathroom and picked up my running pants for a sniff: yes … Continue reading The Coronavirus Containment Dispatches: Day 7
A hand print appeared on our door in the fog of the morning. A child zombie in the clutches of death reaching for a last chance to stay alive? Maybe I’m overreacting but everything looks like something out of an apocalypse film right now. And the reality of the disease is setting in. One of … Continue reading The Coronavirus Containment Dispatches: Day 5
Humans - even entitled millenials - are experts in adaptation. But no one said that adaptation wasn't painful.