The COVID Diaries: I Took a Nap & Ate Cookies Today

Well Darling Ones, I do believe we are in the waning days, maybe even hours of my COVID infection. Today was the first day I didn’t wake up feeling like my lungs were filled with mold. However, I’m fucking exhausted despite sleeping pretty well last night and I’m not sure what that is all about. Because COVID refuses to totally vacate the premises I decided…

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The COVID Diaries: The Return of Flavor

Dear Darling Ones, My sense of taste has returned and you can rest easy knowing that it is as impeccable as you’d expect. As I just told a friend, I’m so happy about the return of taste that I’m not too annoyed at the other lingering symptoms. Mostly, there’s a cough I can’t seem to shake. Occasionally, my chest rattles. The biggest COVID-related annoyance is…

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The COVID Diaries: Move Over Typhoid Mary, Here Comes Covid Chromey

Darling Ones, Do you remember when I first thought I was infected that I didn’t think there would be any real value in getting a positive affirmation that I had COVID? I was wrong. Here’s the good thing about getting a positive result when you’re already sick: it’s validating as hell. I knew I was sick. Nobody in my life accused me of faking it….

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The COVID Diaries: A Stranger Watched Me Spit in a Tube Today

Hi Darling Ones, There’s a delicate balance to answering the question “How are you feeling?” when you live all by yourself and have been stricken with the plague. It’s difficult to communicate how you feel like mold while trying not to alarm the asker. If you factor in my Minnesota stoicism, my bordering-on-psychotic need to be seen as capable and independent, and my phobia about…

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On the Boards

Hello Darling Ones, I’ve been reading Nichole Perkins’ essay collection Sometimes I Trip on How Happy We Could Be, which is charming the daylights out of me. Despite being fiveish years younger than I am and a black woman from Nashville, Perkins and I share an affinity for many of the same pop culture touchstones. Namely, Janet Jackson’s “Control” album and what it meant for…

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