If It Was Just The War

Medford, MA – April 2020

It is hard to watch COVID-19 unfold everywhere because you know it will get worse, and there is nothing you can do. I feel helpless watching the case numbers go up and up.

The tree outside my window is blooming with tiny white flowers. It’s beautiful. I wish I knew what kind of tree it is. I miss my husband.

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