Early Spring 2020.  The world as we knew it stopped for six weeks.

Sequestered in my 18th-floor condo above the city of San Jose, I did the only thing a raging extrovert could… I connected to my people by writing. I started a virtual newsletter to send happy thoughts and opportunities for personal development. It fast turned into my personal musings on where “we” were in our collective aloneness and our deep desire to return to normalcy, whatever that would become. I shared the beautiful moments that were happening all around us – John Krasinski taking kids to prom, a farmer sending KN95 masks to Gov. Cuomo, and Andrea Bocelli singing for the empty streets of the world from the front steps of Florence’s Duomo. 

It was cathartic to write… and I heard from many how the messages provided hope and connection, some even re-read them during particularly difficult days. One university professor incorporated the writings into a course on Pandemic Literature and now I’m publishing them as a record for myself and those who enjoyed them, so that we’ll always remember there was light to be found during those days of uncertainty. There always will be.