I have been thinking about Kübler-Ross’s five stages of grief as they pertain to the pandemic. When I think of the first stage,** anger, the behaviors that come to mind include researching conspiracy theories, protesting lockdown, and refusing to wear a mask. I have engaged in some of these behaviors myself, mostly toward the start… Continue reading The five stages of grief and the pandemic
Into the chamber of my soul Go I, To blackest, stillest depths. Immovable, Like a creature at the bottom of the ocean, Unchanging, Like the water that surrounds it. All is quiet at the depths.
Several days ago, a black man was slowly and brutally murdered by a group of white police officers in broad daylight. This event echoed the string of similar murders that we have witnessed for my entire lifetime, among them Trayvon Martin’s, Michael Brown’s, and Ahmaud Arbery’s. The earliest event like this to touch my life… Continue reading Race and quarantine: a short reflection