Chronicling the Days – Curtis McRae

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

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This piece is by Curtis McRae, writing in April 2020.

Photo: Creative Commons


“In my dream, a man clad in loose black clothes broke into my home and tied my family to our kitchen chairs with thick manila rope. It was 2 A.M. and I hadn’t fallen asleep yet, which pissed me off more than any other inconvenience…”

I’d been kicked out of my apartment just before the pandemic got serious, standing on the corner of my street with a single foldable box. I was now lying on my mother’s couch across the room from my younger sister’s human-size teddy bear. I couldn’t see my therapist unless it was a teleconference, which I had an aversion to; I tried to figure out why that was with my new therapist, who was propped up on a chair, but we hadn’t had any breakthroughs. The bear nodded and took notes.

To read the rest of the story, please support our community and check out Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic

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