The first indication life was changing was the airplanes. Or the lack of them. The 5:30 a.m. jet has been fairly consistent, but early evenings are now stark, without the line of planes emanating from the east.

I live in New Orleans, Louisiana. As of today, I know five people that have died from the COVID-19 pandemic. Five people. So far.

For these strange, sad, and sometimes redemptive times, we’ve created a place for all writers, everywhere, to contribute. We ask that your contribution be driven by specific experiences and or observations of the daily life around you, how it is as well as how it’s changed, amid the crisis of COVID-19.