Alone Together: Introduction

Why write a book about the pandemic?

You’re not my enemy.
I’m not yours.
Whoever told you otherwise is a liar,
working for the father of lies.

It was March 14, 2020. As my mom and I approached the main doors to the hotel ballroom, it sounded like a chicken coop, hundreds of women talking and laughing, the noise bubbling out into the hallway.

I could feel tears at the back of my eyes as I follo…