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2020-04-18
After Covid comes...
A comic strip about Covid-19 -
2020-04-18
Keeping Parents and Grandparents Safe While Social Distancing
A blog post from Banner Health on how to keep elderly family members safe -
2020-04-18
Support, Family & Friends
At the beginning of quarantine, people were planning surprise personal birthday parades filled with cars of people honking, holding posters, or even throwing confetti. I believe that this was one of the moments that showed communities coming together, and it is really awesome to see this good news. I am very grateful that my family and friends helped me celebrate my birthday safely like this! -
2020-04-18
A Tutti Voi...Grazie
this is a photograph of a mural on a hospital wall in Brescia, Italy where it translates to “To you all….Thanks.” It is another piece of art that reminds us that we are all in this together and to thank our healthcare workers. I think as time goes on we tend to get sick of hearing about the pandemic and Covid-19 and go about our daily lives. We as a society often times need reminders and I think art provides that in an appealing and beautiful way. A giant graffiti depicting medical staff holding a figure shaped as a boot representing Italy and reading " To you all… Thanks", is painted on a side of the Brescia hospital, Italy, Monday, March 16, 2020. -
2020-04-18
Plague Journal, Day 36: The Girlfriend and I fight
I'm keeping a Covid-19 journal. Here's the latest entry, detailing the first CoronaWorld fight with The Girlfriend and the long-awaited arrival of The Kid. -
2020-04-18
Humans of Covid-19 AU: Josh Burns
“As a politician, I’m used to spending my days being out in the community, interacting with people and groups. We politicians are extroverts, we like having people around us! All that’s stopped and that’s the biggest change. I used to travel a lot - to Canberra and other places - never being at home enough. Now I’m home all the time. It’s great but it’s much more difficult to connect with people. I’m finding that there are waves in terms of how I’ve been called on to help people. At first it was offering support to the thousands of people who lost their jobs and were queuing outside Centrelink. Then it was helping people who found themselves stranded overseas. Now it’s about assisting individuals and businesses in accessing grants. The financial strain is immense, but it’s also about people’s sense of self worth. The mental health issues are huge. With so much hardship and such dramatic changes, my work is harder but it’s also meaningful. What’s next? How do we unlock the next chapter? There are so many approaches about what we should be doing at this moment. We need a clear government strategy for now before we can work out next steps. But we have to keep going.” Instagram post on Josh Burns, a politician, and his experience during the pandemic, which was created by a psychology student living in Melbourne who was interested to hear about how COVID-19 was impacting on different peoples’ lives. -
2020-04-18
African governments mobilise to keep people fed during Covid-19 lockdowns
"Lagos State Gov. Babajide Sanwo-Olu announced an Emergency Food Response as a means of supporting indigenous and other vulnerable persons." -
2020-04-18
One world together at Home
The concert is organized by Lady Gaga. Many famous artists were performed in this online show. It is free and people could donate money to support the Covid-19 pandemic. It is also an action to encourage people to stay at home. -
2020-04-18
Beaches Closed
My mom and I went out for a ride to just see the outside world. We drove to Laguna Beach, looking at all of the other cars that apparently had the same idea. The beaches were empty, lined with a plastic orange mesh fence and social distancing instructions “Stay 6 ft apart”. Sometimes it was eerie to see nobody else outside. The beach is a place my family likes to go to have fun, but like many of our other pastimes, we can’t do them anymore. We like to joke that eating is the only activity we can do during quarantine. -
2020-04-18
Quarantine
Because of the COVID-19, our university makes the lectures online, and then I went back to China. But according to the regulation for everyone's good. Publics who come from abroad need to stay in the assigned hotel for 14 days for quarantine. And I did that, it was so long for me to stay in a single room for almost half a month. -
2020-04-18
Google Doodle Honoring Workers as Heroes
Throughout the pandemic, those who were quarantined at home for their own safety were served by workers in many fields. They were putting themselves in harm's way every day to make sure there was food in the grocery stores, to keep the mass transit running, to cook for us, to care for our health, to keep up our yards, to keep the banks open, to deliver to us, to advance science and work for vaccines and cures. The police and firefighters were also working around the clock for us. At first, until studies were done about the need for masks and gloves, none of these workers were protected at all. Health car workers had to work without adequate protective equipment. Many grocery workers and police were infected with COVID-19, and many died because they were doing their duty. Heroes. -
2020-04-18
Interviews inside a covid positive prison
This article interviews inmates, family of inmates, employees, and officials from the Federal Correctional Complex in Oakdale, Louisiana. The interviews were conducted orally, written, over text, and social media. Both the employees and inmates tell a story of an ill prepared system, though the prison claims to have begun preparing in January. -
2020-04-18
Closure sign at Hanover High School tennis courts - Hanover, MA
Photograph of a closure sign at the Hanover High School tennis courts in Hanover, MA due to the Covid19 outbreak. -
2020-04-18
Signs From Around: #14, Strafford, CT
"Signs From Around: #14, Strafford, CT" is part of a series exploring the signage surrounding COVID-19 from different parts of the world. Pandemic shopping advice rooted in religion #FordhamUniversity #VART3030 #SignsFromAroundSeries Date -
2020-04-18
Stay Optimistic
"Daily Reminder, Don't touch your face, (or your 401k)" this post is a common more light hearted psa that encourages against the touching of your face as it spreads the virus. The post then goes too expose the economic desperation many are feeling during this time of lost jobs, increased healthcare bills and various other struggles. -
2020-04-18
Kristin’s Journal pages
Comparing the pandemic to the contests and television show Big Brother 18 April 2020 -
2020-04-18
Treatment of Essential Workers: Pandemic Premium Pay Increase
This project aims to document the treatment and reactions to the treatment of the essential workers during this pandemic. This is the headline of an article describing A proposed plan by the Senate Democrats which would increase the pay of essential workers who are more exposed to the virus during this pandemic -
2020-04-18
Toilet Paper Aisle in Walgreens- Waxhaw, NC
The toilet paper aisle at a Walgreens in Waxhaw, North Carolina with only one package of toilet paper left -
2020-04-18
Coronavirus Update- Twitter
Worldwide coronavirus updates on Twitter -
2020-04-18
Provisions Waxhaw take-out procedure- Waxhaw, NC
Front door take-out system at Provisions Waxhaw in Waxhaw, North Carolina -
2020-04-18
Crowd in front of Waxhaw Creamery- Waxhaw, NC
Crowd in front of Waxhaw Creamery disregarding general social distancing guidelines -
2020-04-18
Northwood Halifax Halifax PPE for Care Aides on April 18th, 2020
I took this photo on April 18th on break to show my friends the PPE I had received to wear at work that day. This is my first shift on a care floor. Prior to this, I had worked for 2 weeks screeninng people for COVID-19 symptoms. Many of my friends and family were scared that there was not enough PPE for long term care workers. I am wearing a hair cap, protective goggles, a surgical face mask, a disposable gown, blue plastic shoe protectors (not pictured), and have just taken of my gloves so that I can use my phone. I was working on a floor with a lot of COVID patients that day. I chaged my gloves between people and had a plastic faceshield to wear if patients were coughing. -
2020-04-18
Movie Night
Tonight was one night of many that my boyfriend and I watched a movie as together as we could during this pandemic. I haven't seen him since March 13th, but using an app to screen share a movie made us feel close. We watched the movie and these texts are the commentary that we wish we could have spoken to each other. -
2020-04-18
"The Hermit Herald" vol.1 Issue 16
Joblessness takes spotlight; Nursing home deaths; test kit scam; Leaders CV bounce. -
2020-04-18
COVID 19 Journal: 04/18/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen -
2020-04-18
One of my rose bushes
This is one of my rose bushes that is in bloom during this quarantine. I believe it is important to find solace during these unusual times. Gardening comforts me and it is important for others to find something that comforts them. -
2020-04-18
Signs From Around: #3, Carolina, Puerto Rico
"Signs From Around: #3, Carolina, Puerto Rico" is part of a series exploring the signage surrounding COVID-19 from different parts of the world The National Guard drives around spreading the word to stay in your home or QUEDATE EN TU CASA! #FordhamUniversity #VART3030 #SignsFromAroundSeries -
2020-04-18
Birthday during COVID-19.
My 21st birthday happen to fall in the middle of this pandemic, concequently not allowing me to see my family in person to celebrate. As a result, we scheduled a massive zoom meeting where about 20 members of close friends and family gathered to play games online and sing happy birthday in lieu of celebrating in person. #REL101 -
2020-04-18
A mother’s portrait of her prep student deep in concentration during homeschool art class.
This portrait of my son was the first time I have painted since my child was born. Although our household is busier than ever, I was inspired by my son’s love of art. We will look back on our time together at home as a special time. -
2020-04-18
Learning Patience at Lunch
This is a picture of the Chick-fil-a drive-thru in North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. In an effort to abide by social distancing rules, I avoided going out to public places for the past two weeks but needed a small reprieve from isolation and went to get lunch on April 18, 2020. While the restaurant is usually very busy, I had never seen it this busy. The line wrapped around the building and out into the road into the turning lane leading to their parking lot. Although I am not a traditionally patient person, I realized that everyone was going through a similar experience and we were all in search or some sense of normalcy, or at least a chicken sandwich. I learned to be patient that day and appreciate the fact that Chick-fil-a was open when many places are not. Patience is something I think we have all learned in this process and I found it ironic that a fast food restaurant could teach me something I have struggled with almost thirty years. Taking the time to be appreciative of what we do have is far less exhausting than focusing on what we are without. -
2020-04-18
Angelo Brocato Reopens Bakery, New Orleans, LA
After closing temporarily in March 2020, Angelo Brocato reopens its kitchens so they can produce goods for sale to retailers. They anticipating reopening for take-out customers on May 1, 2020. -
2020-04-18
TIme at Home
A college student's transition to taking classes from home while spending time with their family. -
2020-04-18
Sea Life Thriving Among Dark Times
Sea turtles in Florida are thriving as the water is seeing less pollution from beach goers. Among the dark times we have seen a pollution come down and animals living life. Where there is no people there is no problem. -
2020-04-18
Southern Ute Tribe Demands Investigation into Unlawfully Leaked Information for CARES Act Funds
"The history of relations between the United States and tribal nations is replete with broken promises," which is why the unlawful release of tribal information provided to the Department of Treasury by tribes applying to receive funds from CARES Act has raised alarms. "The Southern Ute Indian Tribe has taken steps to make sure that its bank account is secure." #IndigenousStories -
2020-04-18
Soccer Mommy Club Penguin show Part 2
"At about 8 p.m. on Thursday, penguins started to crowd Club Penguin’s snow forts in anticipation. My evening began like any other on Club Penguin. One penguin demanded we all write the word “egg” in unison on our chat boxes (I complied), and another suggested we all visit the Iceberg and attempt to tip it over. But mostly, everyone wanted to know, “WHERE’S SOCCER MOMMY?” It wasn’t until the clock struck 8 o’clock that we realized we had to waddle to the “stadium” in the distance — the promotional material probably could have benefitted from this information. Once inside, I was treated to more of the same classic Club Penguin banter. There was talk of Carole Baskin of Netflix fame and of throwing snowballs — a virtual penguin’s only weapon — onto the stage. A modern milieu." -
2020-04-18
COVID Aid Offer in Chalk
The South City area of Saint Louis is a diverse, tight-knit community. It only makes sense that residents would go out of their way to assist each other during this difficult time. The residents of this home near the intersection of Arsenal St. and Gravois Rd. advertised resources in chalk writing on the exterior of the house, including a LinkTree website, toll-free helpline, and email account dedicated to helping those in need and connecting volunteers with service opportunities. There are also children’s chalk drawings of flowers and a rainbow on the exterior and of a rainbow and a pot of gold taped to the window. #DePaulHST391 -
2020-04-18
I caved. I let the 1 yo paint.
It's hard to keep an active 1 yo entertained when the parks are closed, swim class was canceled, and I can't even take him to the supermarket for a light distraction. So, I caved. I broke down after watching him cry and say "I want," repeatedly while stretching his hands towards his sister's paints and paintbrushes. On Friday night, I figured, sure it's going to be a mess, and it might be a disaster, but provided he doesn't eat it, it's harmless. -
2020-04-18
Dry Cleaning Prevents Covid-19
The local dry cleaning store had a sign to attract business. It promoted the benefits of dry cleaning for killing the virus. -
2020-04-18
Diary in the Time of Corona
I woke up this morning and decided to write. Why today? What’s different about today than yesterday, or the day before? I have no answers to these questions. It’s Day 25 of the quarantine. The sky is dull gray and it’s raining, my windows streaked with wet wavy lines that make them look like etched glass. Today is not so different from yesterday, except yesterday it wasn’t raining. And yesterday we went to the supermarket. That place fills me with terror. The aisles are not wide enough to keep the required six feet social distance. In the produce section it’s inevitable that two or more people will end up inspecting the bananas or the lettuce at the same time. When that happens we move apart as far as we can but we don’t walk away, as if the lettuce or the bananas or whatever are a territory we refuse to surrender. We do avert our eyes, ashamed to look our adversaries in the face. Upstairs in my bedroom I hear the rain against the roof, a soft, steady patter. The marsh is enveloped in a fine mist with ochre and green grasses and a few trees yielding small mauve flowers. I’m waiting for phone calls from the dead: my father, who passed away nineteen years ago and my mother, who passed away three years ago. Why do we want what we cannot have? Or is this the nature of grief, that after the sharp stabbing pains of loss a knot of slow sadness begins to form and 2 wind itself around our hearts, once in a while tugging so hard we’re reminded sharply once again of those who are gone? Maybe that’s what writing is for: not the documentation of what we have but the recovery of what we’ve lost. I’m reading a book by Lydia Davis called The End of the Story. It’s a novel about a woman writing a novel about a brief but intense love affair that ended thirteen years earlier. She can’t finish the novel because she can’t find the right way to end it, or so she says. But we know she can’t finish the novel because finishing it will end her connection to her lost lover, and she doesn’t want to experience such pain and grief all over again. The rain has stopped and the sky has shifted to a softer gray. The yellow and dark greens of the leaves are startling and bright in the thin light. Lydia Davis is a descriptive writer. She paints vivid pictures of the natural world: sound of ocean waves, piquant scent of eucalyptus, aggressive jade plants. But in her obsessions and delusions and isolation from friends she is not the best companion for me right now. ** Day 26. I am a witness to the pandemic. Everyone is a witness. But I’m not risking my life like the nurses and doctors and other workers on the front lines. I feel like a coward. 3 Today is sunny, with a cloudless sky of soft, washed blue. When you are quarantined weather becomes very important, like a prophecy or a sign of progress, or stagnation. On fine days I could go outside for a walk but usually I don’t want to. On the days I’ve gone for walks there’s an unspoken tug-of-war on the sidewalk when others approach: who will be first to step out of the way. My husband and I are always first to move. We agree we tend to give a wide berth earlier than necessary. Still, each time we veer into the street so walkers can pass I feel we’ve offered a consideration that was not reciprocated. This gives me a feeling of victimization that makes me even more irritable than I already am. On a recent walk I couldn’t help noticing that everything in my neighborhood reminded me of the virus. Small shrubs with crimson buds. A mask in the middle of the asphalt, awaiting asphyxiation. Street signs that say Dead End. I never realized there were so many dead ends where I live. When I’m overcome with anxiousness I prepare a meal. Before the time of corona I was a reluctant cook, and we often ate dinners at the local trattoria. But of course that’s no longer possible. I don’t have the patience or creativity to be a decent home cook. But now I find comfort in assembling a dish or two. I experience a sense of accomplishment in completing what feels like a meaningful activity. Food is no longer readily or easily available. If I’m missing an ingredient I won’t run to the supermarket wearing with my mask and disposable gloves. With every trip to the market comes the risk of 4 additional exposure. Grocery shopping demands enormous amounts of energy. So I try to plan ahead, which isn’t easy when you’re anxious all the time. Today’s side dish is quinoa tabbouleh with scallions, tomatoes, feta, and fresh lemon. Even writing the word “fresh” refreshes my depleted spirits. Before preparing the tabbouleh I looked out the window, my gateway, my connection to the world outside my home. My attention was drawn to a single orange-breasted robin stepping across the grass. I watched for a while, since now I have time for such contemplative activity. The robin began to peck at the ground, circling and wandering, circling and pecking. I had the idea he was searching for food and not finding any. I turned away. Things I never noticed before. The whiskered tips on the scallions, like a man’s white-gray beard. The amount of plastic and paper towels I waste even though I claim to be pro-environment. I think of my mother growing up during the Great Depression with barely enough food and not enough money. I have coats in the closet, sweaters in the drawers, a stocked refrigerator. Was I really so clueless and ungrateful? ** Day 27. Be mindful, stay in the present. I am trying to be present but the news on the morning radio announced 40,000 Americans are dead from the virus. How is this possible? The future has become our dystopian present. 5 Last night we visited with our kids on Zoom. Such interactions are one of the challenges of this particular moment, the physical separation from loved ones. These meetings in cyberspace reinforce the sense of enforced isolation: my adult children isolated in their homes within an hour or so of mine. I miss them. They might as well be living on the moon. I’ve heard stories of doctors and nurses sleeping in their garages so as not expose their families. This is worse than my experience, much worse, because their lives are in imminent danger. Nonetheless, their experience does not erase the pain I feel as a mother and new grandmother who can’t touch or hug my children. In my home state of New Jersey, 40 percent of more than 4,200 coronavirus deaths have been linked to long-term care facilities. My mother was a dementia patient in one such facility for six years. I thank heaven I do not have to worry about the virus killing my mother in a nursing home. The past seeps into the present. The present is the future, for the time-being. I’m reminded of the words of T.S. Eliot: “Time present and time past/ are both perhaps present in time future/ And time future contained in time past.” Perhaps our sense of separation between past, present, and future was always illusory. My brother contracted the virus a few weeks ago and was ill with a fever that spiked as high as 102.8. Mercifully he is recovering well. Past, present, and future, they are merged into the nightmare of the virus. I just read about a 25-year-old woman, a Latino grad student studying marriage and family therapy, who died of complications from the virus which she 6 likely contracted while working at a clinic for Latinos in one of the corona hotspots in Queens. I am overcome. I can’t write anymore. -
2020-04-18
Stay off the Beach
Normally the beaches are crowded in April. Covid-19 has closed the beaches. The regulations are enforceable by law. -
2020-04-18
Protecting History
The trailblazing women of Boston once again set an example for us to follow -
2020-04-18
At home salon
My family and I are taking this pandemic better every day. I live in a household of 3 women and we have been having hair troubles. The hair salons and nails shops were the last to close and we were regular clients in our local hair salon. Our safety and health come first, so I see the need for them to be closed. Since we no longer have access to them, we have formed our own little salon in our home to accommodate us and other women in our family. We have not only solved our hair problems but gave us bonding time with some of the rest of our family. I have realized that been though this is a rough time today in our world. This pandemic has given us more family time. -
2020-04-18
In Sickness and In Health
My brother and I have an argument that has been going on since we were children; regardless of our age, however, it has always been a rather vicious, stubborn battle, comprised wholeheartedly of hubris and the unyielding belief that one is right and the other wrong. He’ll say, You have a weak immune system, not me! And in complete disregard of the trap I have already drawn myself into, I will retort without fail, You get sick more than I do! In this situation, we’re both playing the role of the fool, blindly ignoring the vast number of individuals who struggle with legitimate health problems and compromised immune systems, purposefully sticking our heads in the sand as we burrow further and further into the gilded age of misguided youth and immaturity. Perhaps this can be said of me more so than him, given that I am older and also usually the one who instigates these petty squabbles. The question of physical health and strength has always been a sensitive spot, a result of my years spent simmering under a household ruled by gender roles and conventions. But I like fighting, even if I can never win any of these fights, even if the blatant lies I tell my younger brother are merely pitiful attempts to dissuade the truth. In all honesty, Jonathan never gets sick; I do. Like most people in the day and age of COVID-19, I used to take my health for granted (and no, this won’t be a post about having an existential crisis regarding my mortality). But after being hauled in an ambulance twice––got exposed to the perils and fallacies of the American health care system real quick!––both for stupid reasons and resulting in a pair of pale blue socks and two missing front teeth, I have begun to realize more and more how futile my argument is whenever I try to prove to him that I am the child with the stronger body, the stronger immune system, the stronger sense of self. My body has endured a good bit of wear and tear, thanks to several instances but most infamously when I cruised down the roads of Clifftops, a gated neighborhood in Monteagle, TN, going 20 miles per hour on a longboard. Gravity, speed wobbles, and naiveté caused me to faceplant into the ground. I spat out a mouthful of blood when I finally regained consciousness, full-body abrasions wrapped around my arms, legs, and knees, skin seemingly marred beyond repair and my face looking like a swollen, beat-up punching bag. At first, the doctor thought I might’ve broken my face (maybe I wasn’t destined to be a cool skater and carve roads after all). I had two black eyes and pus for days. Taking a shower and unwrapping and wrapping my bandages was a two-hour hassle, one that I dealt with myself, determined to do alone without the help of my parents. Afterward, I would wipe the glass mirror, stand atop the cool tiled floor of my childhood bathroom, and ogle at myself and the mass of wet, rugged flesh sagging along with my wounds. Even when I was in a drug-induced haze of Percocets and could hardly walk, I was afraid of revealing to my mother and father what my body had become after accumulating ink at various tattoo parlors. Aside from the black pigment that permanently stained my skin, I was also scared of them seeing what I’d become after skidding across the pavement. I finally learned what it meant to be selfish when my grandmother saw me after the accident. She turned on the light and moved to look at me, taking a few hesitant steps. Then she came closer, cradled my face in her hands, and stroked the unscarred side of my cheek with her coarse, callous-ridden fingers as tears began to streak down the corners of her eyes. She murmured to me in rough, unbridled Chinese, her voice cracking at the edges and stumbling over words. My father stood in the corner. When she began to quietly cry, he looked away. My reply got mangled in the lower parts of my throat, my voice splitting at various intervals when both of us would falter. With our heads bowed in unison under the dim light of the kitchen, I imagined our two dark silhouettes of hair merging into one. It was then that I also learned what it meant to be loved. I never tell this side of the story because it reveals the ugly, careless parts of myself that constantly depend on others to pick me up when I have been the cause of my undoing. This is the part of me that I love and hate the most, this selfish, childish impetuousness that has allowed me to experience the world, unencumbered, but at the cost of others. Usually, when I explain to people what happened at Clifftops, I am laughing, joking, making myself seem hardcore and dumb all at once. It is pretty funny if you think about it. Over time, though, while I’ve learned that my physical body is fragile and my soul and spirit deceivingly invincible, I myself am still an uncompromising idiot. Despite everything, I am reckless to this day, still very aware of how I have hurt my loved ones being like this and the many ways that I will continue to do so. Just as I sit in a black leather chair and feel the needle prick into my skin, knowing the anger that will make its way towards me if my family finds out how my skin has been violated, I throw myself into hopeless fights with my brother I will never be able to win. Just as I have grown accustomed to hiding my tattoos in extra-large clothing whenever I go home, I cling to the lies that I tell Jonathan, to the fresh, pink flesh that slowly grows along my face and allows me to forget about my grandmother’s tears. The other day, my brother called me sickly, once again setting off another debate. I’d been coughing and developing symptoms of COVID-19, except for a fever; I was sequestered into my room for around a week and a half, and when I came out, I felt victorious. Allergies, I told myself. Just annoying allergies. I went on bike rides and wore makeup. I listened to music and made art. I still coughed, though, which he’d pointed out. And when I woke up at 2 AM with a raging 103-degree fever for the first time in years, I found myself curling up in a ball once more, grieving for something I didn’t quite understand or know. -
2020-04-18
Journal of the Plague Year entry 2- Logan Bellos
When I was younger, my parents called me the nature boy because I was so invested in being amongst nature and spent almost all my free time outside. However as I got older, although I still had an strong interest in nature, I began to spend more of my time inside, playing videos games or at friends houses doing typical stupid teenager things. However, I have recently revived my inner nature boy due to these tough times, going on frequent hikes by myself or with my dogs and have been having so much fun in doing so. Nature has given me freedom to continue to be myself, during these unprecedented times and now I'm beginning to wonder why I ever stopped embracing nature in the first place! -
2020-04-18
Trouble
The silence of the streets is only broken by the scream of the lightening these days -
04/18/2020
Inside Higher Ed Can Fuck Right Off…
A response to the Inside Higher Ed Piece "Professor, please wash your hair." Calls out original author and Inside Higher Ed for criticizing women. Original article in Inside Higher ed here. Response by Isis the scientist on Skepchick, here. -
2020-04-18
Looking at religion during the COVID-19 pandemic
This article talks about the life for christians since the COVID-19 breakout that has happened in the United States. Most importantly is it talks about how people need hope during this time of distress and how the church can bring such thing into peoples lives. It also discusses how people have adapted to still fulfill there religious obligation even with everything that is going on. From having confession outside, park and pray, and so much more. -
2020-04-18
Senator Corbett Playground, Somerville MA
The playground is locked. No group gatherings, sports or games allowed. -
2020-04-18
Niño se arrodilla y reza en plena calle por el fin de esta crisis ocasionada por el COVID-19 en Perú
Esta imagen se viralizó rápidamente en redes sociales se ve al pequeño Alen Castañeda Zelada (6) de rodillas, con los ojos cerrados y las manos juntas en una desolada calle, ubicada en La Libertad - Trujillo - Perú . El pequeño Alen salió a la calle durante la noche para orar por el fin de esta crisis ya que solo así podrá volver a ver a sus abuelos. El menor dijo tambien a los medios "Rezo para que Dios cuide a los que están con esta enfermedad. Estoy pidiendo que nadie salga, muchas personas grandes están muriendo con esta enfermedad". -
04/18/2020
Masks Reveal the Struggle Ahead
I added this because, as frustrated as I am about the continued practice of physical distancing and because I am concerned about the economy, the science surrounding the virus is clear: too easily transmitted, not enough tests, and widespread ignorance. This photo and post spoke to me. From the post that goes with it: "Here’s what I can tell you after 5 days of taking care of COVID19 patients sick enough to need the hospital but not sick enough to need the ICU: this is the weirdest fucking virus I have ever seen (except maybe HIV). The constellation of symptoms that we see is honestly mind boggling. The people who seem fine and the crash. The people who I think will crash but are fine. The people who have absolutely none of the most common symptoms. The people who check every box on the symptom list. At this point everyone has it until proven otherwise (twice). The surge is on, and we are holding steady. It is *just* manageable. We are doing it but with stress to the teams and the system. If you think the country is ready for business as usual, I disagree. We aren’t there yet. We need tests (yes. We stillllllll can’t test everyone). We need a vaccine. And we need effective medication. We are working our asses of. We need more time. Thank you so much for staying home!!!"