Issue 7 Non-Fiction
“Help! Help! Help!” The repeated cries carried down the hospital corridor as I quickened my pace.
I turned a corner and the yelling stopped. There was my mother lying in a bed, flanked by two nurses failing in their effort to remove her IV line.
COVID: Remembering the Early Days
It’s easy to forget what those first months were like. I drove to work on the Southeast Expressway; a highway once clogged with rush hour traffic was near empty. COVID followed everyone everywhere – TV, radio, print media, the Internet, signs on doors to any stores still open.