Beyond the devastation (and our late in the year diagnosis), COVID was a gift for Dr Marry and me. I closed down my offices in March and have been working from home ever since. That means Dr Marry and I had all spring and summer and much of the fall together since his job was also a hybrid of in-person and virtual teaching. We walked and biked more than we ever have. I baked copious amounts of bread and went back to my pre-full time job delight of searching for and trying fun new recipes.
Set up to win…if you are white, which I am, so I did
I never doubted that Quinn and I would get out of our circumstances. I certainly didn't know how I was going to ever earn much money, but it was just a given that I would eventually pull us out of that poverty and into the middle class. In fact, it was such a given that until I read this article earlier this week, I could never have even articulated this very notion. It was as factual to me as breathing or blinking or walking--nothing to think about because it's just a simple fact.
Until my throat is raw
I have lived an incredibly privileged life, and I have never felt physically threatened by people who are tasked with keeping me safe.