Tips for scheduling and receiving your COVID-19 vaccine

Tips for scheduling and receiving your COVID-19 vaccine

It’s official — I am fully vaccinated against COVID-19. Instead of trying to scare you with horror stories of side effects — of which you may experience NONE — I am going to give you some tips on scheduling and receiving your COVID-19 vaccine(s). And, bonus: There are links to data throughout. Yay!

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I don’t want to talk about masks anymore

I don’t want to talk about masks anymore

When the pandemic started, I got back into Twitter. And every damn morning when I look at Twitter, I see the following tweets even though we are months into a global, once-in-a-lifetime pandemic:

“Doctor So-and-so explains the importance of wearing masks!”

“OH Dept. of Health shows the proper way to wear a mask!”

“WHO states that wearing a mask helps prevent COVID019!”

Every. Single Day.

My question is this: Why, for fuck’s sake, do we continually need a third grade diagram and explanation to show us how to wear a mask and why? We have topped millions of cases in this country, and it’s honestly amazing that people still don’t understand how or why to wear a damn piece of cloth over their face.

The time has come: I don’t want to talk about masks anymore.

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A letter to my daughter: When you see me crying, it’s not you

A letter to my daughter: When you see me crying, it’s not you

My sweet girl,

We’ve discussed “the sickness.” We’ve played games of counting how many steps equates to standing six feet from the wall. We’ve had fun choosing fabric for your special masks that help you avoid passing “the sickness” to someone else.

I’ve lovingly looked you in the eyes and told you that “the sickness” is why we cannot see your best friends, hangout with your grandparents, climb and jump on the playground, or go to the store on a Sunday afternoon to get pink nail polish and a new LOL Doll.

We’ve been over singing fun songs that span at least 20 seconds and bought “cool soap” to help remind you to wash your hands.

We even joked about “the sickness” foolishly thinking that it’s only temporary. The joke is on us: it is a lot more permanent than we thought, and my soul is in mourning as I face the grief that comes with understanding that we need to settle in for the long haul.