What else? Well, the wee tomato plants survived a weird cold blast coming down from my native Canada and the asparagus is making bold strides upward. And we laughed and talked, and I for one felt as though I was having a cup of tea with a new, and wildly interesting friend, in spite of everything. Over 200 people paid to join us, in the isolation of our respective homes. I was delighted to have a virtual conversation with Dani Shapiro, talking about her memoir INHERITANCE as a fundraiser for the Princeton Public Library. Actor friends wonder whether theater will ever again be theater if there are no audiences. Times are tough for friends of mine who are artists, writers, actors, and musicians. He, and others like him, keep the fires of love burning, even so. After spending 10 1/2 years in prison, he graduated from the Princeton Seminary and now offers hope, and practical help, to the poorest and most forgotten in our neighborhood, while fighting against injustice and racial inequality.

Bartholomew’s in Trenton, spends his days gathering food from anywhere he can and delivering it to people in terrible need. I stay inside with my husband and dog (no hardship here, we are obscenely privileged), while my friend, Erich Kussman, Vicar at St. The circles, once so wide, grow tighter, even as there are those who say it’s a hoax, or who insist it won’t affect them, and so on. A neighbor, the father of a friend, someone’s sister, someone’s friend.

Bartholomew’s in TrentonĪnd, of course, as with all of us, other people have been taken by Covid-19.

Food Fight by Linda B. Davis