A hard day

Easter Monday was hard and I’m not sure why. Something to do with 4 weeks of isolation, I’m guessing. Except to walk the dog, I’ve left the house exactly twice: Once to notarize a document at the UPS store. And the second time, to drive over the bridge to SF and my sister Patrice, to swap bags full of lemons for ramen and pasta. Olivia, Mateo, and I kept our 6-foot distance and refrained from hugs. But oh, to be outside, in the world, to see my sister in real life. That was glorious.

Vitalina Williams

On Easter Sunday, Vitalina Williams, a Guatemalan woman from Tecpan, one of 10 children, in the US for more than 20 years and a legal US citizen, became a victim of Covid-19. She lived in Massachusetts, worked at the Market Basket and Walmart, in Salem and Danvers, towns close to where my sister lives, but it could be Any Town USA. Any Town Anywhere in the World, really. There’s no escaping this virus. Her husband, David, who survives Vitalina said, “I never deserved her, but I always wanted to strive to deserve her.”May she rest in peace.Stay safe, everyone. xoxo