Andrea Hodos
Our guest in quarantine is seeking asylum.
Poetry reflecting on physical touch before the Coronavirus.
I work part-time as a nanny, and like many of the jobs that comprise the so-called “gig economy” and the domestic workforce, the Coronavirus pandemic has brought my work to a screeching halt.
My online college class was interrupted with three missed calls from my father, two from my mother, and a supplemental set of urgent texts. I knew without calling back that my grandmother had passed.
Some folks are turning this time into an opportunity to begin exercising, bond with family and pets, clean closets, or garden. I am reliving the Days of Awe.
Let’s create new rituals and weave our food deprivations into our holistic understanding of what this Seder is and what it represents.
On day nine of Governor Hogan’s quarantine, I embarked upon a journey to find yeast. My daughter, uprooted from her college life, had decided that she wanted to make challah… Read more »
What if wee find we are more resilient than we knew?
Coronavirus has suddenly changed our lives, so quickly and in ways so profound that we are just beginning to grasp.