Back to the Surface

When I say my apartment is a prison cell, I'm not exaggerating. It isn't just the self-isolation. It's the fear of leaving my home as the number of cases climbs daily in St. Louis. It's the fear I might be responsible for giving a neighbor or a loved one a potentially lethal illness. It's the… Continue reading Back to the Surface

Strange Times

I spent my spring break in Canada.

I know, terrible time to travel, but at the same time, hindsight is 2020. I'll take this as a learning opportunity for the next pandemic -- when people are even whispering about a supervirus, don't book anything.