It breaks my heart, it feels like we as a nation have taken such great strides against bigotry and racism, only to have death after senseless death, to remind us, that we have to work together to put an end to such hatred and senseless violence and death. My heartfelt prayers continue to go out to all of the families of the victims of racism that have died. recently George Floyd. When he cried out for his recently deceased mother, I couldn’t stop crying. He was a good man who had a warm and loving family. A family that will never get to see their father, friend, cousin and brother ever again, thanks to the hatred and bigotry of one man, and the other officers that stood by and did nothing, as that man cried out that he couldn’t breathe. He wouldn’t even take his knee off of his neck after it was clear to the onlookers in the crowd of people that Mr. Floyd had lost consciousness and could be dead.
While waiting for a curbside delivery of starter plants at a small farm, we started seeing cars with signs and balloons driving down the small, dirt road. A parade of teachers, staff and coaches, wishing their elementary students well! I cried.
I’m typing from fairfield county in Connecticut. We are close to Manhattan and my husband actually works there. Luckily, none of us got infection of this Covid. More luckily, I have all my loved ones with me during this “staying at home” period. My parents, My husband and my kids. Cannot complaint. Especially today, my 8-month daughter called “mama” “baba” clearly which made me almost tear up.
We are lucky, my husband and i both can work from home. We have a small house that allows each one at home to have space and be able to work. When i see people go to the street and refuse this “stay at home” order, i actually start to understand them. It’s not easy for many people and social distancing itself is luxury. But i still think if it’s not threatening your life, better to consider more for vulnerable people and health care workers. Many many people are not ready to die, like you and your organization.
Finally, it’s been a very struggle period for me since the beginning of 2020, even without Covid. I’ve planned to change a role in my current company for a while and I’m so close to several positions. But now, all of them are frozen, which is a reasonable business decision. However, I’ve got an offer from external, not good for money but the role and contents are attractive. I don’t like what I’m doing right now and i don’t want to waste few months to see if the internal opportunity could open again. So, you see, my heart tells me to take this external opportunity. If So, the family has to relocate to a different side of Manhattan. We might need to live in an apartment for so
I live in Washington, DC. I will be 29 tomorrow, and it feels hollow to be celebrating another year of life while so many are sick and dying.
I grew up an only child in a very dysfunctional home, and this birthday is reinforcing feelings of isolation. My friends are my family and shaped me in to the person I am today. Without community, I would have never been able to pick up the pieces of a broken childhood and (work toward) creating a healthy adult life. Being away from chosen community during this time is hard. It’s hard to watch friends have parents fall ill and know we won’t all be able to mourn together should the worst happen. It’s hard, when my anxiety disorder and mental illnesses re-emerge, to not have the same life boat of community I have always had.
I’ve tried to channel my feelings of isolation into volunteering and making sure the mostly elderly and black folks in my neighborhood have the tools they need to stay healthy.
On my 29th year I’m grateful I’m alive. I’m grateful my family-both genetic and chosen- has not been decimated by this virus. And I’m attempting to commit to another year of breaking down walls of isolation created by this virus and long-standing social and economic systems thru active solidarity with my neighbors and with those who share my vision of a brighter, healthier and more just future.
Here’s to a future I know will be better.
I’m Taylor–a international high schooler from China. My school is in MA but I’m currently in my local friend’s house in Atlanta. Originally, I was about to enjoy my spring break. I planned to relax for a week in my friend’s house and then go Arizona for a school trip. But only a few days later after the spring break started, the travel agency cancelled the program and I had to stay at their house till the school starts. However, after another week, school was cancelled due to the COVID-19 but the school told us we will be able to go back once everything gets better.
I just got back to Brooklyn after a poorly timed trip and resulting quarantine elsewhere. I’m a tech at a Manhattan hospital and am gearing to go back. I haven’t been home in the month, so the culture shock is huge. The sirens and the masks are new. In a few days I will have to distance from my partner when I go back to work. I’m dreading that, and I’m terrified, but aren’t we all? Better to be terrified on the move, I guess. Better to be terrified and helpful.
I am staying with my parents in Minnesota after leaving my apartment in New York City. My favorite moment so far in being here was on a Sunday night a week ago when my mom and I had drank one-too-many margaritas. I had put on the song “American Pie” by Don McClean, a favorite of mine, and in a serendipitous moment, my mom began to sing every single word to the seven-minute song. We sang and danced around our kitchen for an hour after that. It was a moment of light and joy in an otherwise dismal few weeks.
I’m sitting in my bedroom where I work. I live in manhattan and I’m very fortunate. Neither my wife or had gotten sick or lost our jobs. We’ve donated as many masks as we can and financialLy contributes where we can. My wife runs her business from home so the adjustments are minimal but for me it’s completely new. I’ve always worked in an office. We’ve said repeatedly that we’re so glad it’s spring. At least I’m able to look outside and see blooming flowers or when I go for a socially distanced walk have it be quite pleasant. Life has stayed the same in many ways – my wife and I do our shopping on Sunday’s, we drink coffee in the morning, and we start work around 9 or 10 in the morning. But in other ways it’s vastly different. I’ve never been an anxious person but now there’s an underlying tension, a fear every time I go outside, and I’ve never had that feeling before. We aren’t able to see our friends anymore – we’ve had virtual happy hours, joint tv watching, etc., but it really hit home for me when we dropped off some masks for friends of ours. We weren’t able to give them our customary hugs – we said hi and tossed the masks to them. And then there’s death – a good friend of mine lost his father last year and then just lost his older brother to the virus. It’s heart wrenching because not only does he have to do this with just his mom, but aside from sending a video, seamless gift card, and telling him I’m there for him there’s nothing I can do. In so many ways, this virus has brought a kind of tranquillity to life. It’s quieter now and we can hear birds chirping…