There is No Place For Me in the “New Normal.”
Two nights ago I was invited to have a glass of wine with an older couple who I adore, and who I garden for. I was wary about accepting, simply because I know that all anyone wants to talk about is the jab and the “covid,” and I can’t take much more; and also because I remember how they reacted last summer, …
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