Blame Me for This Pandemic! It Is All My Fault by René Schmidt

Seriously. I may have asked for this awful time. My wife, who understands these things better than I do, says I always get what I ask for. Once again she may be right. Last year I looked up and saw the sky crisscrossed with a dozen contrails where jets had sucked in clean air and spewed…

Surviving COVID-19 by Carolyn Helfenstein

In our innocence of what was to take place on March 5 of this year, my husband, Harry Helfenstein and I decided to make use of the final free day of our holiday in Nova Scotia to hunt down Edgehill Private Girls School, which my mother attended in 1917. My mother, born on one of…