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