“There are years that ask questions and years that answer them.” – Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God I stepped onto the boardwalk. The street was empty. Hot. The wind vibrated as it ebbed between the clapboard buildings, carrying a fog of dust. A tumbleweed skipped down the street. Townspeople peered out their windows, anxiety clutching each one. Mid-March 2020 andContinue reading “Precedented Times”