More than a week later and I'm still at odds with my city. I venture out of my bubble and quickly return, soothing my jangled old-lady nerves in the ravines and parks and brick homes of my neighbourhood, my strangely sleepy neighbourhood that feels like a held breath. I've also…
My dog and I run through the rain, down the street I grew up on. Our feet are the loudest sound. I'm carrying a bag full of crab shells to dispose of in the garbage can at the end of the road, by the community mailbox. A family sees me…
An elderly man at the next till says cheerfully to the cashier, "Hallo Fräulein. Wie geht's dir? Do you know what I just said?" She giggles and says no, and that it sounded funny. He takes it in good stride. I turn to look at him and he is smiling,…
