Two weeks ago I put on a face mask, wore rubber gloves with a clorox wipe in hand, drove to Good Mood Productions’ remote studio in upstate New York, and wrote a song six feet apart. We recorded and released it that week. Then I sent it to thirty close friends and asked them to dance. I’m not a cryer. But I cried. Watching videos of my loved ones finding joy and being brave. Dancing in their kitchens, bedrooms, bathrooms, basements. Alone, together, pregnant, pajamaed. My mother danced too. She’s been working nonstop in a Westchester County hospital. Claiming she’s staying safe, while I know her only concern Is the safety of others.
In a time when we cannot be together, this song and video taught me the difference between together and connected. We are connected despite the distance. We need each other. And we have each other.

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