See You Next Tuesday: Vol. I, No. Ten

On why clothes suck now, how to survive the holidays, what to say when you're not okay, and more.

I’ve been in COVID quarantine since last Wednesday.

In my isolation, my 15-month-old daughter has been reduced to a cacophony of disembodied sounds happening in rooms that I am banished from. I spend most of the day trying to deduce what caused each cry or laugh, translating from afar. Her gibberish seems more pointed than it did last week. Her footsteps sound more sure. Who is this little person becoming in my absence? I long to see her, but all I can do for her right now is to keep this disease to myself, so all I can do is listen.