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Coronavirus Chronicles: A wedding in the time of COVID-19

One recent day, my 2-year-old granddaughter and I got married 27 times. COVID-19 was never mentioned. We wrapped ourselves in scarves, hers trailing elegantly on the floor, mine strangling my neck, and moved the 17...

Coronavirus Chronicles: Reading in shelter

The pandemic with a shelter-in-place order has pushed us all in different directions. Arriving at my house on Martha’s Vineyard, the first thing that caught my eye was David McCullough’s “John Adams.” “That’s perfect,”...

Coronavirus Chronicles: Are we waving to each other more? Or is it just me?

I had never been much of a stranger-waver. And not under some wildly unfriendly principles — I was just never one to go too far out of my way to lock eyes and greet...

Coronavirus chronicles: So . . . this is isolation?

Growing up on the farm, we were two miles from town. The main road was dirt until I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. It was an event to look beyond the large...

Coronavirus Chronicles: I am old. Am I old? 

Not long ago, my youngest son started a sentence, “At your age . . .”  It stopped me in my tracks.  For many of us, this pandemic has been an awakening.  Until we were told it,...

Coronavirus Chronicles: Is it or isn’t it? I’ll never know

On Wednesday night after dinner, I was relaxing on the couch when I started to feel intense tightness in my chest. I had just been to the doctor on March 12 for my annual...

Coronavirus Chronicles: (Not) keeping up appearances

The coronavirus pandemic has impacted my appearance in countless ways, although the CDC failed to mention this side effect. The sickness began with my slippers, spread to my pajama pants and then quickly took...

Coronavirus Chronicles: A view from the epicenter

The streets of Manhattan are eerily quiet these days, but at 7 every evening that all changes. It often catches me off guard. Hours — like days of the week — are hard to...

Coronavirus Chronicles: Hey, that’s my stuff!

Coronavirus Chronicles will feature occasional essays or works of art by Islanders who want to share their experience during the pandemic. Please mail submissions to community@mvtimes.com. I find nothing funny in this indescribable plight of...

Coronavirus Chronicles: When there is no one there

Coronavirus Chronicles will feature occasional essays or works of art by Islanders who want to share their experience during the pandemic. Please mail submissions to community@mvtimes.com. Loneliness is a cruel master.  I’ve now been a widow...

Coronavirus Chronicles: A view from the trenches

I’m not sure I have much story to tell, except for my curious place on Martha’s Vineyard. I am neither the dreaded summer person trying to live out the virus here in this off-season...

Coronavirus Chronicles: In the blink of an eye

Confession time: I've developed an acute case of critter envy. I find myself daily wanting to be one of my dogs, or a bird at my feeder, or that squirrel on my patio, or...