In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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This piece is by Brenda Hartwell, writing on April 8, 2020.
As the sun breaches the horizon, the dawn chorus of chickadees, song sparrows, and robins greet the new day and my yearning ear. What day is it? So hard to keep track during this protracted period of isolation. What does it matter? There are no board meetings to attend, no workshops, no appointments, no luncheon dates. There is a certain freedom in this string of seemingly endless days.
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One thought on “Chronicling the Days – Brenda Hartwell”
Wonderful! Thank you for sharing the birdsong, the retreating ice, the amble through the woods. I miss the woods.