on losing a year of my life, but not life itself

a chronicle of the waves and breakers of 2020

I looked at my husband’s furrowed brow as he stared at his phone. Our newborn son was in my arms. I had just been wheeled into the hospital room where I’d spend the next two nights after the birth of our fourth child.

“They canceled the NCAA basketball championships,” my husband, Christian, said. Not being much of a sports fan, I asked, “Is that a big d…