The streets of Manhattan are eerily quiet. No kids on their scooters or skateboards. No moms and dads delivering toddlers to preschool. No gaggles of teens talking too loudly on the street on a Friday night. No shelter residents from a few blocks away arguing, cursing, screaming. No cars honking at delivery vehicles blocking them… Continue reading The Coronavirus Siren Song Makes Me Sick to My Stomach
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"Nothing that happens to a writer — however happy, however tragic — is ever wasted." ~ P.D. James
THE MEMOIR LIFE 