I don’t drink coffee in the morning, or otherwise, but I’ve been thinking about it lately. I could use the lift. My work as a career coach remains remarkably consistent from before the pandemic to now, and that work has always been remote, so the foundation of my week is unchanged. And yet, the days seem to blur together. Weekends aren’t very distinguishable. It all feels like a haze. Maybe caffeine would help.
Illustration by Alessandra Olanow
As California shuts down again, we remain resilient.
New Yorker cartoon by Jonathan Muroya
On my menu tonight is slow-cooker red beans and rice – in other words, carbs squared. And yours?
Photo by Ed Freeman
Today, I’m remembering what it was like to live through the AIDS crisis. Dear friends were dying, and every day we were sad. We never thought the sadness would end. And then, one day it got better.
Illustration by Alessandra Olanow
The skies tonight in Seoul. Please, U.S. people, take their lead. Wear the damn mask.
Photo via Cholsoon Jang