St. Peter’s Writers

[vc_row 0=””][vc_column 0=””][maxtitle type=”2″ maxtitle_content=”St. Peter’s Writers”][vc_column_text 0=””]St. Peter’s Writers have been busy during our city-wide lockdown. We invite you to sample stories inspired by the pandemic. They range from humorous to poignant to historical. We hope they give you a sense of the interconnections within our community. Stay well and safe and hopeful![/vc_column_text][iconbox icon_title=”“Memories in the Time of the Corona Virus“ by Michael Fryd” iconbox_content=”Spring arrived on schedule: nature broke out of hibernation, dressed up in party clothes
and started the courting dance going. Flowering trees blossomed, birds paired up and built
nests, only humans, afraid the Coronavirus meant the end of times didn’t join the celebration.” icon_link_text=”Read more” icon_link_url=”https://stpetersepisco.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Memories-in-the-Time-of-the-Corona-Virus.-Fryd.pdf” icon_name=”sl-arrow-right”][iconbox icon_title=”“A NY State of Mind“ by Hannah Poole” iconbox_content=”Today starts like any other. I wake up tired and achy, dreading the next hour or so as I drag out
of bed, perform the necessary morning ablutions. I pull myself into the kitchen to make a bowl
of cereal for me and one of kibble for the cat.” icon_link_text=”Read more” icon_link_url=”https://stpetersepisco.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/A-NY-State-of-Mind.-Poole.pdf” icon_name=”sl-arrow-right”][iconbox icon_title=”“Emma — 1918 “by Barbara Elliott” iconbox_content=”Emma was careful as she descended the stairs. It was not quite dawn, the house was dark and
she didn’t want to wake the children. But most of all she didn’t want to wake her husband.
Charles had been exhausted when he arrived home the night before.” icon_link_text=”Read more” icon_link_url=”https://stpetersepisco.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Emma.-Elliott-.pdf” icon_name=”sl-arrow-right”][iconbox icon_title=”“Pandemic Letter“ by Gretchen Cowell” iconbox_content=”Dear Sister:
Spray this letter paper with disinfectant before you go any further. Wear gloves to hold it to
continue reading. And hold it out as arm’s length, as we all do now unless we have bifocals.
We are all trying to keep busy in our separate ways.” icon_link_text=”Read more” icon_link_url=”https://stpetersepisco.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Pandemic-Letter.-Cowell.pdf” icon_name=”sl-arrow-right”][iconbox icon_title=”“The Sisters He Dreamed Of“ by Dan Hart” iconbox_content=”If you were a child growing up in the 1960s, the
annual airing of the Wizard of Oz was like a holiday.
It was a special one time a year event. Perhaps not
akin to Christmas or Easter, but certainly more
anticipated than that dud of a holiday Valentine’s
Day.” icon_link_text=”Read more” icon_link_url=”https://stpetersepisco.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/The-Sisters-He-Dreamed-Of-an-Easter-Tale.-Hart.pdf” icon_name=”sl-arrow-right”][iconbox icon_title=”“Three Epidemics“ by Christine Parkhurst” iconbox_content=”The street is empty, empty, empty. Cheryl peeks under the living room curtain and waits.
The elm out front partly hides the house across the street, Rivenburg’s house. Mother has told
them about the red sign on the front door: QUARANTINE, the same sign their house has.” icon_link_text=”Read more” icon_link_url=”https://stpetersepisco.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Three-Epidemics.-Parkhurst.pdf” icon_name=”sl-arrow-right”][iconbox icon_title=”“This is Very Weird! My Pandemic Story“ by Joanna Amick” iconbox_content=”I took the last flight back from London to Philadelphia on the 16th March. The roads to the airport were almost empty, the airport was almost empty, the airplane was almost empty – how weird is that? I was armed with disinfectant wipes, gloves and a scarf around my face, and spent time wiping all the surfaces around my seat.” icon_link_text=”Read more” icon_link_url=”https://stpetersepisco.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Joanna-Amick.pdf” icon_name=”sl-arrow-right”][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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