In January of 2020, my 12 year marriage ended. A week later, the company I was working for shut down. Then my father died, and my closest friend and I parted ways. It was too much. I moved out of my home to an area of the city where I knew nobody. Then the world shut down, I was not in any ‘pods,’ and like many parents, I felt almost consumed by the terror of my own incompetence at being both teacher and caregiver. This is a series of work I did in order to make sense of the grief and isolation I was experiencing.