Here in the Northeast, we’re closing in on the one-year anniversary of our “stay at home” advisory (you can’t really call it a “lockdown,” since so many chose, and still choose, to ignore it). I miss my extended family, my clients, my colleagues, couples we used to meet for brunch in the morning or drinks in the evening. I miss women I used to dance with every day at the gym, and all the people who regularly attended our tree-trimming party. I miss people that I didn’t even see that often, whom I might have easily gone a year or more without seeing, but the fact that I can’t see them is very different from “haven’t had a chance to.”

And, I miss things. I miss museums and live theater and vacations. I miss the dollar aisle at Target and spending ten times that for popcorn at the movies. I miss getting my hair cut and…

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