“What’s the weather?” I asked Alexa. “What difference does it make?” I expected her to answer. “You’re not going anywhere.”
My husband and I, both in our 70s, had been enjoying life before all this tragedy, so I’ve been stewing over being seen as expendable.
“Self-isolating, I’ve discovered, isn’t one of those things you master.”
I wasn’t watching a play. I was living it, reconnecting with the family members I’d lost over the last decades, crying the entire time.
“I was not opposed to going to the mikveh and actually embraced the idea of a symbolic purification that marked the end of my single days.”
“Though my mother, who’d died many years before, was frequently in my thoughts, I’d never deliberately set aside time to focus on her.”
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