After months of isolation, I wanted to reclaim a sense of normalcy. But on the rare occasions I’ve dipped my toes into “normal” life, I’ve found that familiar spaces now seem foreign, and my gauge of what is “safe” can no longer be trusted. I’ve wondered: Would it be too easy to slip back into old social patterns, or could I create new boundaries during this pandemic?
When my plants wither, it feels like a reflection of my own setbacks
Taking care of myself and my plants can be an uphill battle
Kate not Katie: Why I dropped the ‘i’ in my name
As I got older, my name started to feel like a too-small sweater
