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Yeah. Well, I'm going to save a couple of these other stories, but I do want to do one more thing before we go, which is that this week on Natural Selections, my sub stack, I introduced a new project. I want to share that I want to. Actually, I'm just going to read the very. The short post that I made about it and invite people to come along. So. It's called Covid Era. Invitation to submit your Tales Turbo cancers. Jobs taken away. People forced to die alone. Loved ones never to be seen again. Children dismissed as unimportant. They don't need. People they don't need to see faces they don't need to put play. Fear shall be all encompassing. All of us locked down, some of us locked in. People sequestered, no recourse. All in the name of public health. Years lost. Opportunities lost, Lives lost. One mother's tragedy, another mother's choice. Request for exemption from medical mandates on the basis of medicine or religion or science. Requests denied. Individual autonomy revealed to be a surface value. Context dependent. When it's my body, I get to choose. Choose. When it's your body, I also get to choose. Those who had long questioned corporate power over individuals now embracing it. Embracing the conclusions that came wrapped in lab coats and jargon fueled by corporate profits. March 2020 Mask up. Don't go outside. Distance yourself from others. It is other humans that have the problem of whom you must be afraid. Shut down. Wash your mail. Doom Scroll April 2020. Beaches, parks and festivals closed ended. How dare some people come together and be in each other's presence? Don't they know there is a pandemic of foot? A virus has been unleashed on humanity, created in pursuit of goals we do not yet know. Its origin is murky. The product of collaboration between powerful labs in the United States and China. Speaking of this will not be tolerated. Summer 2020. Daily protests become nightly riots in some American cities. How brave of these people to come together and be in each other's presence. They have seen the true pandemic and it is called racism. Fall 2020 a promised vaccine is on the horizon and it shall save us. First, we shall give it to all the healthcare providers. All of them. For even though this is new technology, we already know that it is safe and effective. We just know. Trust the experts. Follow the science. Winter 2021 people rush to get the shot, coming up with ways to jump the line and get early access. Magical thinking abounds and hope for a return to the good old days when life was simpler. Other people waiting for it out, skeptical, concerned. Summer 2021 those who evaded the shot are derided, excluded, demonized. We are killing grandma. We are science deniers, conspiracy theorists. Now is not the time to ask questions. Now is not the time to invoke our rights. Now is the time to comply. Family and friends denied entrance to celebrations and holiday meals. Papers required to dine out, to go to a show, to buy groceries. Those without papers are not worthy of restoration respect. Those without papers are beneath contempt. Those without papers might not be fully human January 2022 many in Canada stand up and say no more. Truckers form a freedom convoy that stretches across Canada. People lining highways and frigid January weather to show their support, to insist on their liberty, to remember the joy of being in the presence of others. We all lived it. We all made choices. But memory is fragile and fleeting. We are forgetting. Some of us want to forget. Others know that we cannot stop the loss even though we try. And so I invite stories, individual personal stories of some aspect of what you, yourself or a loved one experienced during the COVID era. These will not be complete stories and it may be hard to choose what to include. Omitting details that are true can be excruciating. Feel like a betrayal of your own history. As Blaise Pascal, great 17th century mathematician, inventor and philosopher, once wrote to a Frenchman friend, I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time. Brevity is often more difficult than verbosity. It can also be more powerful. The project is Covet era Stories. Please submit pieces of up to 2, 500 words to assistantmilodonventures.org along with contact information. Depending on the amount of response, we will likely have to pick and choose. Those chosen and chosen initially would be asked to supply contact info for two people who can vouch for what they say. Fiction is powerful, but we want real history, actual lived experience. I have help in this endeavor and the wonderful woman with whom I am collaborating will be working with you to help you pull your story into focus, if that is warranted, and to do light editing and make contact with your references. I will also edit before publication, but you, the author, will have final say on what is published. You may use a pseudonym for publication if you like, but behind the scenes we must know your real name and identity. We will appreciate photos too, of people or places or scenes, so long as you have full rights to use the the images for published vignettes of less than 1,000 words, I'll pay $100 honorarium and for longer pieces 200. All will be posted with free access here on Natural Selections and Comments as usual will be restricted for paying subscribers only. And this is just an amalgam of some of the amazing Dan Aponte's photographs that he shared with me during the truckers convoy in Ottawa in 2022. And I have listed his website and where I posted the full photographs here. And I want to just say as well, and I won' through any of these, that in real time, as we were living it, I published several people's Covid era stories on Natural Selections. There are a few more, but Mila's story is particularly excruciating and beautiful and tragic. But there are several others here that I have linked and I don't know where this will go, if it'll be small or it'll be big, but I was approached by someone in the last month with a story story and she said sort of offhandedly, someone should compile a book and I know that people have been compiling it, but this seems like a place, a place to do it. So I encourage stories.