On the Ides of March, while we were holed up in South Georgia, Mark and I received an invitation from Pulp Gallery to participate in an online art exhibit.

In the late fall of 2019, I had begun to sew again, something that I had been unable to really manage since the death of my mother, Prentiss Boss eighteen months earlier.

The first few days after the big northeast lockdown were surreal. We were in paradise while our friends and family members were sheltering in place from a virus that was too tiny to see but could make you very sick or kill you.