March has always been a weird, loaded month for me on a personal level as it’s the anniversary of my mother’s death. This March marks the fifth anniversary, and as I am hunkering down, sheltering-in-place in New York with my husband because of COVID-19, I keep getting reminded of those days. Time moved slower. You felt suspended between a now and an after. Dread was a part of it as well.
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March has always been a weird, loaded month for me on a personal level as it’s the anniversary of my mother’s death. This March marks the fifth anniversary, and as I am hunkering down, sheltering-in-place in New York with my husband because of COVID-19, I keep getting reminded of those days. Time moved slower. You felt suspended between a now and an after. Dread was a part of it as well.