Julie LindowTime Has Stopped Now — San Francisco, CaliforniaSometimes it seems as though time has stopped. We are stuck at home because of the pandemic. We are stuck at home because California is a…Aug 22, 2020Aug 22, 2020
Julie LindowThe Economy Has Stopped — San Francisco, CaliforniaThe U.S. economy has stopped. The global economy has almost stopped. The United States, as of April 24, 2020, has a 20% unemployment rate…Apr 24, 2020Apr 24, 2020
Julie LindowNature Made Us Stop — San Francisco, CaliforniaEvery morning I open our windows and surprisingly sweet air flows into our tiny San Francisco apartment. The birds sing-song back and…Mar 28, 20201Mar 28, 20201
Julie LindowThe City Has Stopped, The State Has Stopped — San Francisco, CaliforniaWriters always talk about how real life is stranger than fiction — case in point. All the shops in our cute, bustling neighborhood closed…Mar 21, 2020Mar 21, 2020
Julie LindowThe City Has Stopped, Almost: A Report — San Francisco, CAWell, fiction has become reality. We live inside a sci-fi film. SF is so quiet, so eerie. Store shelves are empty. No toilet paper, no…Mar 13, 2020Mar 13, 2020
Julie LindowLove, Loneliness, and a Mysterious Bedfellow — San Francisco, CaliforniaMany years ago, a mysterious bedfellow, a wild creature of the night, gave me a new perspective on love and loneliness. It was the day…Feb 11, 20201Feb 11, 20201
Julie LindowI Was Her Nose — Paris, FranceDear Reader, Before you begin this piece, find a scent, a perfume, a tea, a coffee, some chocolate, a rose from your garden to smell while…Jan 14, 2020Jan 14, 2020
Julie LindowDecember Miracle on the New York SubwayDecember is a month of birthdays — Frank Sinatra’s, Jesus Christ’s, and the sun’s. On this particularly cold December day, I ran carefully…Dec 3, 2019Dec 3, 2019
Julie LindowFood is LanguageDining together is one of the most mundane and meaningful acts, and Thanksgiving is a quintessential example. Thanksgiving is meant to…Nov 26, 2019Nov 26, 2019
Julie LindowLight in New York: We are Children of Mark Rothko and James Turrell — New YorkMemories of New York in autumn run through my head, flashes of light fold time, origami stars. The darkness of the cemetery lies naked…Nov 2, 2019Nov 2, 2019