The gentle press of an iron through waxed paper binds the beads and makes the shapes complete, whole, fused.

With my store’s transactions going online, my “Lockdown Short” selected for online film festivals, and me creating ‘healing dance’ videos, I was content in my own locked-up world.

He has had passengers who were upset for various reasons, and he takes them through new routes for refreshments and delight to the eyes. Maybe, in some way, their hearts might absorb new air and get mended?

People around our neighborhood started becoming fussy around the doctor. We were worried not only about him, but about his grandmother. Slowly people started losing their minds.

My mother understands. She says, “We have made her capable of this, so she is doing what she always wanted, what we wanted; we have to support her.”

Somehow life seemed very fragile. Could we really ever return to the way things were, pre-COVID? Did we want to? Moving on, what intentions would I want to hold myself accountable to?