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A Mighty Fortress
Today I listened to my son perform with the university symphony orchestra. It was church, so I had a lot of downtime while I wasn’t listening to the various appeals and sermons (there’s a long story here; suffice it to say that I have decades of practice at this. In fact, the only reason I am ever to be found in range of a Divine Service is when my son is performing. I go for him, because I love…
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Who Am I? Fall, 2022.
Who am I? I’ve been writing this assignment with my classes for many years now. Each time I ask you who you are, I ask myself the same question. This year I finally have an answer to offer.
You are each the hero of your own storyJoseph Campbell Here I am, showing off my fish-I-won-at-the-ring-toss earrings and being all matter to myself. I’ve been writing this assignment with my classes for many years now. Each time I ask you who you are, I ask myself the same question. This year I finally have an answer to offer. Who am I? I am a story: Rather, I am a series of stories. Imagine,…
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Who Am I Now?
Who Am IÂ Now?
sc As I was preparing for the last week of College Writing, I found myself reflecting on what we’ve been exploring this term: How regular writing—even if it’s not long, or even directly related to a single subject—can capture the essence of experience. Joan Didion calls it “keeping in touch with our past selves.” I call it a survival kit. Let me explain. Almost exactly a month ago I got a…
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Emma's Family
Emma’s Family
This is Emma and Rudolf, close to their wedding day. I only know Emma in flashes—standing with the man she loves, Rudolf, persuading her parent to overlook his less than aristocratic birth, to see instead what she sees—a man with a fine mind and a drive to succeed. I see her winning that battle, though her family, clinging tightly to their “von” never really makes peace with Emma’s taking…
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Solstice
Here’s an excerpt from Benchmarks: A Single Mother’s Illustrated Journal. Happy Solstice! I wrote this piece a number of years ago, when my dad was dying. It was an odd sort of comfort back then, but comfort, nonetheless. I find myself taking comfort in it again this year, when so many of us again stand surrounded by death…and life. Happy Solstice! We stand, my son Patrick and I, on a knoll high…
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The Potty Dance
These are not my legs, nor are the legs in the approved Potty Dance stance, nor are these my shoes. About the only thing this illustration has going for it is that it looks awkward and funny, and the legs don’t look hairy. Don’t judge. I’ll put in a nice car farther down, and maybe a bike. So I’ve fallen down–or up–stairs three times in the last month. This has had me concerned. I mean, I’m…
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Being Dramatic
Do you have a COVID-19 story? You should send it our way. To read more COVID-19 stories check out Corona City: Voices from an Epicenter on Amazon, or visit the Corona City Online Supplement.
In the beginning, I could almost understand people thinking the virus was being over-blown. After all, I grew up in a family where admitting pain was called “being dramatic.” And so it was that I bled all…
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Suddenly Sick
Deaths Soar in New York SoHo, April 4, 2020 (Photo by Walter Wlodarczyk)
Laura Carriere
When the first announcements of a strange new virus called COVID-19 hit New York City’s news, I was working. We allergy/immunology nurses stopped what we were doing and watched the Channel 7 broadcast with fear. At that point in January, the first case was being reported in the United States. I explained…
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Into His Arms – Or Not
Into His Arms – Or Not
Sharing the Love This #WeWillHugAgain yard sign, created by a Bethlehem, Pennsylvania printing service, appears throughout the New York Metro Area, May 2020 (Photo by Lorraine Ash)
Jean Sheff May 12, 2020
I hear him as he slides the key into my front door lock. The sound of metal on metal makes my insides lurch, but I swivel my desk chair to face the door. Michael and I have navigated the…
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Family Physician, Family Man
Family Physician, Family Man
Dr. Ferreras in his hometown of Lumban, Philippines giving a holiday meal, December 2017 (Courtesy of Nico Ferreras, MD)
Nico Ferreras, MDÂ
My father, Jessie Ariel Ferreras, MD, worked a long weekend March 20-23, 2020. A family physician in Waldwick, New Jersey, he was very proud to be an everyday doctor who specialized in everything. The four-day stretch was no different as he tested many…
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Lost and Found and Lost
Lost and Found and Lost
Urban Prayer Brooklyn, April 16, 2020 (Photo by Walter Wlodarczyk)
Lorraine Ash May 8, 2020 Â
The long hand of COVID-19 snatched Barbara from our family. Barbara, one life of 8,952 lost, according to the latest death chart. Barbara, who I just found after untangling reams of genealogical records and crossing a desert of family estrangement. Barbara, who I was never supposed to meet. Â
In 2015…
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Better Off? Or Just Better?
Better Off? Or Just Better?
It’s the night before November 3–voting day. I live in Oregon, where we’ve been voting by mail for years, so my ballot has been safe in the bosom of whoever holds onto votes until they get counted.
The choice of who to vote for is not complicated this time around for any of us. I live in a “red” part of a “blue” state. There have been Trump rallies in my town. A significant portion of my…
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Remember the Children
Sign of the Times Signs and caution tape are posted on a closed Northern NJ playground due to Covid-19 shutdown, May 10th, 2020 (Photo by Rebecca Osso)
Donna Grahl, September 2020
At first my three grandkids thought it was fun not to go to school. Not anymore.
Much is said about schooling in the time of COVID-19—how teachers are doing, how parents are faring. Those are real concerns. But…
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The story behind Corona City
The story behind Corona City
… a collection of first-person stories and photographs from the first US COVID-19 epicenter
Welcome to the online gallery, a supplement to the print book
Fear and uncertainty permeated the very air we breathed in New York and New Jersey in early March 2020.
Neighbors and loved ones grew suddenly, seriously ill. COVID-19 patients overflowed our hospitals. Ambulances zoomed along city…
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An Unforgettable Ride
One of several tents prepared for the overflow from the Emergency Department at Hackensack University Medical Center, March 31, 2020 (Courtesy of the Teaneck Volunteer Ambulance Corps)
I am writing this from a remote cottage in Maine. Luckily, my reservation, made in January, wasn’t cancelled. I am grateful to be here, albeit in mandatory quarantine, because I need to recharge. The words of…
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Climbing Corona Mountain
Homemade signs such as this one in Midland Park, New Jersey provide a community feeling when everyone is isolated in lockdown, May 2020 (Photo by Lorraine Ash)
Corinne Carhuff-Pickell, March-June 2020
As a person with mental illness, particularly anxiety, I have literally been expecting a catastrophe for most of my life. Here it is, my very first pandemic. When we were first quarantined, I…
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An Italian-American Lesson
The Beacon Goes Dark The Beacon Theater on Broadway in Manhattan is seen closed on April 14, 2020 (Photo © Chris Monroe – All Rights Reserved)
Margaret Kazancioglu, June 220
So powerful was the rage after George Floyd’s death that people protested in the streets regardless of the coronavirus risk. The anger seemed to be everywhere. It even erupted in my own life.
After my mother had…
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