In a way, a home quarantine was a blessing and a bane.
A poem inspired by the loss of my sense of smell since I contracted COVID-19.
'How to dry someone’s tears and not be a source of fear'.
'When coats and full sleeves are asked to retire, and when sweaters and scarfs are fired.'
A poem on one year of the pandemic.
From making rock hard and sour buns to making fluffy ciabatta bread and bagels – the whole project has been an enlightening experience.
I decided to go with small tasks to encourage my son to expand his knowledge and skills.