By Claire Booth
I don’t sew. Not well anyway. It was one of those things that never seemed necessary to learn when I was young. And it has now—like so many youthful certainties—come back to bite me in the ass.
|The results of my sewing.|
And oh, how youthfully certain we all were. Think back to those halcyon days of a month ago, when we could hug a friend and have it be the most ordinary thing in the world. Now it feels like we’re jaded and wary and old in a bone-deep way that wasn’t there before.
So I’m here today to say: Keep resisting. Keep battling the fear and the isolation and the anger. Take a walk. Call your mom. Help a neighbor. Start a food drive. 3-D print a face shield for a health care worker. Online tutor a student. Keep resisting this new oldness.
Keep the faith.
For those of you who celebrate it, Happy Easter. For those who celebrate Passover, Happy Passover.
And for everyone, be well.
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