Sharrona Pearl
If you’re looking for something to distract you from this endless late-stage pandemic, check out “Flack.”
If you’re looking for something to distract you from this endless late-stage pandemic, check out “Flack.”
For a few hours, we created a bubble of joy under that canopy, tuning out the pandemic fears.
Each day, the sun lasts longer. The maple tree yields a more sap. More people receive vaccinations.
In a pandemic, and in the middle of nowhere, I found a new tradition.
It’s Friday afternoon and I am in my backyard, setting out plastic cushions six feet apart, disinfecting pencils, and copying my lesson plan onto a dry erase board with multi-colored markers. It’s starting to get cold, but I’m armed with a case of hand warmers and a list of activities that will keep my students… Read more »
Dear Reader, In the midst of a terrible season, allow me some self-indulgence. During the winter of 2020 before the world derailed with Covid-19, I was 49 years old, facing my 50th birthday with a mix of excitement and resignation. Certainly, I was glad to be healthy, in an intact marriage, with growing wonderful children,… Read more »
You have a level of compassion, being a nurse, and suddenly it’s more difficult.
We are now also in a time of social and political upheaval and change. This makes the qualities of bread’s emotional sustenance even more important.
I work part-time as a nanny, and like many of the jobs that comprise the so-called “gig economy” and the domestic workforce, the Coronavirus pandemic has brought my work to a screeching halt.
On day nine of Governor Hogan’s quarantine, I embarked upon a journey to find yeast. My daughter, uprooted from her college life, had decided that she wanted to make challah for Shabbat before Passover began. What a way to connect with her faith! What a perfect project for a quarantine! What a life skill! My… Read more »