I darned a sock and made red lentil coconut soup before sitting down to write this. 

While looking for a fresh jar of curry I straightened out the pantry. 

I swept up some onion skins and took out the compost. 

That’s how much I wanted to write this. That’s how much I wanted to look back.  

“Write something,” she’d said, “Something relevant.”

But relevant to what? There’s so much to consider.  

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Signed 2020 was published in Covid Monologues MV - An anthology of personal essays and poetry on the COVID-19 pandemic, including over 70 works by writers aged ten to eighty-two.