
Pandemic Reflections
A source of support.
When the first Bay Area shelter-in-place started March 16, 2020 because of the COVID-19 pandemic, it felt lonely and disorienting and pretty awful having no childcare for our 3yo with 2 full time working parents. In week 2, I sent an email to people with whom I worked closely, honoring this feeling and sharing some coping strategies I was using to create a sense of solidarity and support. This became a weekly ritual that grew over time.
In the emails, I shared a little bit about what was happening in my household as a way of normalizing the massive changes, shared strategies we were using to cope, and things I was grateful for despite everything. I invited people to reply for support and connection and to aid with professional accountability and motivation. Slowly and sporadically I invited others to join the list. Eventually, I decided the simplest way to allow people to join as they found content useful (or to opt-out if content did not resonate) was to create a newsletter and website. For the archived letters from 2020, I’ve done some light editing to provide additional context, or to remove my weekly goals. Not all have been uploaded yet, but I’ll get there eventually.
In 2021, the weekly letter has evolved into aggregations of many of my mentoring and peer-mentoring conversations. They still touch on methods I’m using to remain a whole, semi-balanced person amid parenting, grieving, and being an early/mid-career academic researcher.
In 2022, the weekly letter became a little more sporadic, but still shared reflections on things happening locally and broadly.


Week 12
Even within my very privileged bubble, I am not ok. There were a few days this week I couldn’t really work and instead spent time crying. I wasn’t sure whether to write this email, and then I wasn’t sure what to say. Ultimately, I decided it is important for every individual to speak when and where they can. And I found it validating to hear that some of my mentors and friends say they were also not ok, so I thought some of you may feel the same. As you know, the last two years have sent a lot of things my way, and new trauma brings up old trauma. And my trauma is a drop in the bucket compared to generations of enslavement, individual and structural racism. I have a moral obligation to speak up.

Week 11
First and foremost, I am outraged (and yet not surprised) by racism and its impacts in America right now. I don’t know what to say but silence doesn’t feel like an option. The murder of George Floyd and threatening of Christian Cooper (and scores of prior similar incidents within Black and African American communities) is heartbreaking and wrong. These are part of the broader pattern of the killing, violence, and inequitable impact of the pandemic on Black and African American people, Latinx and Hispanic communities, Natives living on tribal lands, incarcerated individuals, including refugees, migrants, and children detained at the border…the list goes on.