Nancy Figueroa Writes

I have a confession to make: Ever since COVID-19 struck, I’ve found it difficult to read even the best of books. I love nothing more than hunkering down with a fabulous read but last year my mind darted all over. I couldn’t sit still and I couldn’t focus on any book. Did this also happened to you? By the end of the year I had a stack of fourteen books on my bedside table all crying out for me to continue reading them. In the living room there were another twelve books and one or two books in the car. I tried to read them. I really did. Books have always been my escape but there was no escaping COVID-19 and the horrific stories of sickness and death. It didn’t help that my two eldest sons, John and Mike are both General Medicine Internists working in hospitals on the frontlines. Or, that my husband is working with Toronto Public Health. Fear took over. I gathered the books I’d started and put them all   downstairs on my read-one-day shelf . I decided I’d wait until the New Year,...