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 Linda Thompson, writing on Monday April 13, 2020.
I’ve noticed a pattern since quarantine began on March 16th for me: One day I feel hopeful and the next I crash. The weather can change that one way or another. So when I open my eyes to the sound of pelting rain, I wait for the crushing feel of despair to weigh me down. Instead, I feel acceptance settle in my bones. For today at least, I am the lamb faithfully believing that the shepherds of our collective health will lead us to better days.
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