I never wanted to work from home. I like the hustle and bustle of New York City, and I enjoy the dynamics of an in-person workplace.
March 13 was the day the world changed for me.
Suddenly, I’m working for home. All meetings are virtual ones. Now I really have to order internet service. It was the end of the world as I knew it.
The corona virus had taken over the world, and changed its name to Covid-19. It was not sexier; it was just more terrifying.
New York City becomes the epicenter of this plague. Governor Cuomo and Mayor De Blasio tally the dead. 500 dead loved ones. 600 dead loved ones. 799 dead loved ones. And, my niece an operating nurse in the biggest hospital in Queens, where all the sick go, where ice trucks are parked outside because the morgue is full and there are no more empty rooms or corridors to place the body bags.
These are scary times.
BUT, our Medical Personnel are Super Heroes. They and the First Responders are on the front line of this pandemic and keeping us safe. God bless them.
Also, bless the owners of the Bodegas, pharmacies, restaurants, MTA workers, migrant farm workers who are keeping our City safe and fed and on the move.
We must do our part as well. Stay home. Connect virtually and via phone with your family, friends, and community.
Be strong. Stay home. Wear your mask and gloves to go out.
And, God bless us, everyone.
The Latina Book Club