Excavations: Struggling for Our Stories in a Pandemic and a Patriarchy

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You’re almost there. You’re in the home stretch. There’s an end in sight.

Soon, you will be able to write more. You will reclaim your life.

I whisper these little maybe-lies to my worn-down self. I catch glimpses in the mirror, then turn away. My reflection is haggard, drained, a perimenopausal pandemic zombie, a…