Covid-19 will be written in the history books, largely in cold numbers with equally cold facts; your typical who, how, why, what, when and where. While they have their value, cold facts and numbers fail to present the human stories of fear, loss, hope, bravery, perseverance, discovery, love and all the joys and heartbreaks of daily life in hard times. It’s the personal stories that put the meat on the bare bones of cold facts. This Covid Chronicles series is my way of leaving my own personal narrative.
Today The Covid Chronicles is taking a short detour and frankly I need it and my readers could probably use it as well. It’s hard and it’s going to get even harder and it gets tiring and after the news of the last few days I need a rest.
My daughter Jessica blogs in fits and starts, that is to say that she’s a busy young woman with two children and a job so blogging is often placed on the far back burner. That’s an unfortunate thing. I believe that beyond being thoughtful and level headed she is an extremely talented writer. I would like to say that she gets it from her dad but I think that the writing flair jumped a generation from her grandfather (my dad) directly to her.
Today she took to her keyboard after a slightly more than 2 year hiatus and wrote a timely, heartfelt piece which I encourage you to read. If you feel the urge to comment on her piece I encourage you to comment directly on her site (you may if you wish to, copy your comment to my site).
Click on Hotmess Mama to read Jessica’s piece.