Socializing in the new reality
This our third issue since COVID-19 changed our ways of being human.
This our third issue since COVID-19 changed our ways of being human.
I think I’ve been handling the pandemic well. I have a general anxiety disorder, so being asked to work from home and avoid public spaces is like a dream come true.
Well, what can I say! The world is in sleep mode, a quiet panic that fortunately hasn’t spilled out onto the streets.
Asking people to wear a mask in public during a pandemic of a deadly respiratory disease would seem logical.
You may have noticed that this issue is published in a different format. As a result of COVID-19 the plant that prints the Nation is now closed.
I was born May 22, 1995. I can’t tell you how was the weather that day, but apparently I looked funny for a couple hours.
We are in a worldwide war with the coronavirus COVID-19. We are now at a critical stage in Canada.
Is that line at the local store a little long? A few fake racking coughs will see you at the front of it in no time! Just joking.
I peek into the pharmacy to see if anyone is working. I’m here to pick up my regular medications for the normal ailments and hoping that it’s open. It’s
Recently, my great uncle Peter Kataquapit passed away at a seniors’ residence in Timmins, Ontario