SPIRITED THINKING SINCE 1888
Emily C. A. Snyder

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January 11, 2021
I started counting the days since anyone had touched me: back in March, a friend hugged me good-bye. The day before my world collapsed. At least we hugged each other. What day was that? No idea. What month, then? March. That was March. Then April came. The churches closed. This was … June? July? What day is it? What month is it? At least I know the year.
December 11, 2020
I speak too well to be poor. Even as I’m weeping on the phone, and the very kind woman is explaining to me that I had to make more before the pandemic to qualify for help, and I try to explain to her that there was no way to make money before the pandemic, and