10:36 AM on Mar 23, 2020
Like all of you, I’m struggling to navigate the blind corner after blind corner that the coronavirus is throwing down as it cuts through our lives.
Each time panic starts to creep in, what most steadies me is contemplating who I want to be in the midst of this crisis. I am determined that physical distancing — and its evil twin, our unhinged competition for food, safety and even toilet paper — will not limit my heart.
That’s why, as we begin another interminable week, I’m focusing on this: Pandemics are always toughest on those who live on the margins, the most invisible among us whose stories rarely show up in our Facebook feeds or lead the nightly newscasts.