Reflections from Isolation

Several times a day my mother puts a bowl of food on the back porch for me to retrieve. Sometimes she alerts me with a text, other times with a shout. Today we both happen to be outside, embracing the sun instead of sulking in a swarm of depressing headlines.

We’re more than six feet apart, trying to keep with the C.D.C.’s guidelines on social distancing. Like many others, I’m isolated from my family for two weeks to ensure I don’t have any symptoms.

“We’re having an early lunch,” she says.“Want some wine?” It’s noon so normally I wouldn’t imbibe, but…