The Second Pandemic Birthday

When my kids were young, I used to plan elaborate themed birthday parties. They really couldn’t appreciate the work that I put in, but they always enjoyed having friends over and lots of food. As they got older, they opted to substitute a party for a trip to a hotel with an indoor waterpark. And that was the case last year – in March of 2020 – when Quentin was turning 8 years old.

A mere few days before his birthday, everything shut down due to the pandemic.

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To Myself, 6 Weeks Ago

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Today marks 6 weeks since our confinement at home started.  Quentin refers to it as the “coronavirus conundrum.”  I think he simply likes the combination of words, but the days feel like a constant pull of being grateful that we are safe and healthy, and increasingly going crazy by the relentless monotony of the days, with no break and little variation. Continue reading “To Myself, 6 Weeks Ago”

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