Feeling the Pain of a Pandemic Year

By Phyllis Swartz


I’m having lunch with a teacher tomorrow. She stopped by my porch to invite me. And we agreed to bring take-out to an outdoor, socially-distanced meal.


“I want to talk about school starting up,” she said, “and her eyes had a wild, darting kind of a look.


I wish I could come to that lunch tomorrow with some gifts—words of wisdom or reassurances or a bag of tricks for this unprecedented school opening.


But I’ve talked with other teachers on walks around town and on Zoom . . .

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