I saw my twenty-month-old grandson in real life on Friday for the first time since March 7th. He's going back to day care on Monday and that will mean indefinite separation. Greater contact with the outside world for him and his parents means too much risk for my immune-compromised husband, even if New York City… Continue reading “New York Pause” Doesn’t Have to Mean That I Don’t Have a “Real Life” and Only Exist in Virtual Reality
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THE MEMOIR LIFE 