Like everyone, I spent the weeks that preceded shelter in place going about my life as usual, unaware of the massive interruption that was about to occur. I was preoccupied with ordinary problems—I was having trouble finding copywriting work, I felt like I couldn’t focus on revising my writing writing until I had the stability of paid work, and my brakes were making this unnerving whimpering sound, like ee ee ee ee ee. But otherwise everything was fine. It was an average-feeling, unremarkable time.
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Amy Berkowitz is the author of Tender Points, re-released by Nightboat Books in 2019. Her other writing has appeared in publications including Bitch, McSweeney’s Quarterly, Jewish Currents, and Wolfman New Life Quarterly. She lives in a rent-controlled apartment in San Francisco, where she’s writing a novel. More at amyberko.com.
