It is still fairly early on this cold-not-yet-Spring morning in the Northeast. The world is quiet outside, nice and clear, filled with the possibilities of the day. I turned on the morning news as I was piddling around thinking about the world as it is, and the newscaster said, "It was on this day in 2020 when the first case of Coronavirus came to Connecticut." Millions of lives, thousands of people. We will never be the same. Nor should we. I thought about how my now college junior was set to interview presidential and congressional candidates at the Edward Jones Dome in downtown St. Louis. We had only heard inklings about Covid. Someone at her school had gone to Italy and was supposed to be coming back. She and her sister had an orchestra competition in Florida and were leaving a few days from then. It was my sorority's Centennial Year and so many of us had plans for that summer, we had already had a major celebration in our city and our fraternity brothers were having...
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw