sonjakillebrewMy Atlanta Coronacation: If I die, I die?I used to drop by Trader Joe’s on a Sunday to pick up fuji apples, gluten-free bread, and vanilla almond milk before I stopped at Penn…May 1, 2020May 1, 2020
sonjakillebrewUndelivered: baby shoes unwornOver the past months I checked and re-checked Umi’s baby registry on Amazon, seeing what was still available, what I could afford, and…Apr 24, 2020Apr 24, 2020
sonjakillebrewStrawberries: my snack, my solace, my sinEvery day of social-distancing I find myself holding my refrigerator door open, perusing the provisions. I pick up the strawberries bought…Apr 9, 2020Apr 9, 2020
sonjakillebrewHas anyone discriminated against you yet?I often wonder what my college friends are doing after work, when I sit down to write in my living room in Queens after work. Today I had…Apr 6, 2020Apr 6, 2020
sonjakillebrewLove & Friendship in the Time of Covid-19Before coronavirus shut down City College of New York, I used to meet up across the street with Kristine at Fumo for wine and pizza. After…Apr 4, 2020Apr 4, 2020
sonjakillebrewFor whom the sirens singI never thought I’d miss the soundtrack of New York City: the cars honking, the boom-boxes blaring, the tractor trailers beeping.Apr 3, 2020Apr 3, 2020
sonjakillebrewThe day is a song of silence with a chorus of sirensI used to take the Long Island Rail Road each morning from Jamaica, Queens to City College in Harlem where I took two craft-of-the-novel…Apr 2, 2020Apr 2, 2020
sonjakillebreweConversationsOn Saturday, March 28th I sat in the sun on the beige living-room couch from 1 p.m. to 9 p.m. in my New York City home. I was…Mar 30, 2020Mar 30, 2020
sonjakillebreweFuneralAt 8 a.m. I stood in the morning sun streaming through the kitchen window. I called the Philadelphia Enon Tabernacle West Church eight…Mar 30, 2020Mar 30, 2020
