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 Elizabeth Glenn-Copeland, writing on April 10, 2020.
Late morning finds me sitting in my chair, coffee in hand, staring out the window and marveling at how, in four short weeks, our life has turned upside down.
In early March, we were with our friends in Milles Isles, days away from signing the papers on what was to be the home in which we would end our years on this beautiful earth. Then COVID hit, our 2020 income went bye-bye, and with it, the dream for our home in the woods. Though this past few years has seen a sudden surge of interest in my husband’s music, and with it, the increase in income sufficient for us to have made this move, two nights ago his manager let us know not to expect income in any amount until May 2021. Like many senior artists, we don’t have big pensions or savings, so we have enough money to last through the summer. Thanks to the kindness of strangers, we have a place to stay for free until the state of emergency lifts, at which point we are looking at driving out of here with our cats and essentially what we can pack in our car.
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QWF Writes 
“We will pass through the eye of the needle..” indeed! Thank you….
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