Henrietta Hortense In The Time Of COVID-19
From a child of her heart.
9 min readDec 2, 2020
My brother and I have a fairy godmother. Ours arrives not by pumpkin coach, but via the classified section of the newspaper.
It is 1965. My mother, pregnant with me, has a vacant apartment in our rambling Victorian house. A woman sees the ad, and makes an appointment. She takes one look at our kooky place and knows it’s…