When I was fifteen or sixteen, I remember thinking that my generation would miss out on the historic events that I was learning about in school & reading about in books. Two years later I sat alone in the TV room of a British boarding school watching footage of the 9/11 attacks, unable to call my family, most of whom lived in D.C. A few years after leaving Sweden to return home to the States, the economy collapsed just as we elected our first black president. And then eight years later we elected a clown. Now we’re staring down the barrel of a pandemic that’s being compared to the Spanish Flu of 1918, which will likely be followed by the worst economic recession since the Great Depression, and I haven’t even turned 37 yet.

Welcome to This Strange Spring.