In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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This piece is by Shelley Tepperman, writing on April 29, 2020.
My apartment is in utter disarray. It looks tornado-blown: clothes, mingled dirty and clean, everywhere. It’s time to head to my (imaginary) office job. I need to pee, to get dressed, but I can’t find a bra can’t find my underwear can’t find my shoes. Didn’t I fold a stack of underwear yesterday?
My father’s voice reverberates: “It looks like a pigsty in here.”
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