This past weekend’s sun-kissed spring weather teased out the hope of normalcy and familiar days to come. A year ago, this sort of day would find me lacing up my hiking boots, studying a trail map, and enjoying the company of friends. All the while, …

NYC. Springtime. This year, it’s different. I am home. In the heart of this pandemic, I am fortunate enough to stay indoors, sequestered in my quiet space. I am often seated at my desk, staring at a computer screen while surrounded by piles of precariously …