Reconnecting with my voice

The Internet is forever, so don't say something you'll regret.

It’s spring 2020. The Empire State Building has been blood red for weeks, and I’ve spent my days and nights texting and calling health care workers to talk about intubating patients and overflowing morgues and death counts reaching 700 people a day.

Before going to sleep, I’d turn back to my laptop and jump into a world of brunch, subway traffic, art op…