Alone Together: Kathryn Reale

– Kathryn Reale (she/her)

It is currently 5 am. I have been up since 4, plagued by the information I now carry with resounding devastation and anxiety. What I had anticipated over the last 10 days has unfortunately been reassured with a simple byline of a test result: I am positive for COVID-19. 

Over the last several years, being sick has been part of my daily life. When you spent as much time on airplanes as I did, it really came with the territory, and I knew the associated risk. In 2019, it was necessary to keep my job, my relationship & my sanity, logging more than 60,000 miles in 8 months. Spending that kind of time in public places, sharing the same air with so many different people, it was a small price to pay to live. From all the respiratory infections, touches of flu, colds, & sinus infections in the last seven years…nothing has felt more sobering than this diagnosis. 

Now – I will be the first person to admit when I am in the wrong. Or better yet, being dramatic. And to put you at ease, I am not dying. Although not being able to taste my food or hug my boyfriend or see my family makes me certainly feel down. The more significant reason I am sharing this with you today is that I was wrong. About everything. When our country went into lockdown in March of this year, I honestly felt one emotion, which was disappointment. Disappointed for all the missed social gatherings, the weddings that were no longer happening. My boyfriend and I met at a wedding after all, and I have always loved being in large groups celebrating with others. The social butterflies of the world can empathize with me; it was a challenging few months. However, I knew people were dying, but there was honestly so much information out there with a division so strong, it was virtually impossible to keep straight. Watch the news, don’t watch the news, COVID isn’t real, I’m anti-mask, please wear your mask, I have a condition that prevents me from wearing a mask, I could go on for days. 

So with this information, I opted to continue living my life when the world opened up. Dinners with friends, boat gatherings for birthdays, bridal showers, road trips through National Parks; you name it, I did it. I am a healthy 28-year-old. As long as I wash my hands and conduct proper hygiene regimes, I will be okay. I was wrong. 

I was met with a brutal confrontation with reality when a friend of mine found out that her parents had tested positive for COVID-19. She had seen them on Monday, had been with them for most of that week, returned home on Saturday, and had driven down to see my boyfriend and me on Sunday. She tested positive the next Tuesday. I know this by heart because you have to know. These questions were the primary subject the doctor implored me on a zoom call that day. After I had naturally wiped the tears enough to connect with a physician. He carefully explained that I had to wait and quarantine for at least 7 days before I tested for COVID if I did not start to show symptoms. “Symptoms can show up as late as a week to 14 days after exposure,” he said thoughtfully, “I suggest you rest up and distance yourself from others until at least Sunday.” I was so careful, I thought. I was healthy, I made sure to use hand sanitizer. I was wrong. 

I immediately called my boyfriend in a panic, unsure what to do as he was at his job where he worked in a lab with others, “exposing even more innocent people,” I thought. He assured me that we would get through this and promptly came home 20 minutes later, supportively sitting by my side as I rapidly googled scientific research on the virus. And the next three days went by, feeling a whirlwind of anxiety, stress, grief, anger, and restlessness to find out if the inevitable had, in fact, occurred. Until I started feeling a soreness in my throat 5 days into our quarantine. We received nose swabs on day 6, “am I starting to feel congested?” I said to myself that afternoon. On day 7, I woke up to my boyfriend making me breakfast. Little did I know it would be the last meal I could taste for a while. Day 8 brought the fatigue and headaches, and on day 9, shortness of breath when walking up a flight of stairs. I was wrong about everything. 

What you do today matters. What you do today impacts everyone around you. From the kind older grocery store attendant who takes your credit card to the person you fall asleep to and wake up with every morning, your actions impact everyone around you. The world has been the most divided I have ever seen, and there are so many facets to that statement. But the greatest one for me is that we are selfish. I was selfish. I put my necessity to be around people before the health of the people around me. And for that, I am incredibly sorry. There is no one to blame here but myself. And at the end of the day, people are and will continue to succumb to this virus. 

What I will leave you with is a salient but straightforward reminder to put others before ourselves. Kindness is exceptional and rare, and this virus has given us a unique opportunity to show someone that they are appreciated for staying home. For wearing a mask. For educating yourself. For displaying to the world that you care about the people around you. Somewhere in 2020, this sentiment has gotten lost. I am here to tell you it is very real. I am here to tell you that I was wrong about everything.

Be well,
Kathryn

Alone Together: Jaymon Bell

– Jaymon Bell (he/him)

The COVID-19 Pandemic really taught me that it is not physical distance that causes me to lose touch with my friends from the past. It is my failure to manage my time in an efficient manner in order to make a phone call or zoom session to catch up with them. I am never really too busy to pick up the phone and call someone.

The validity of that excuse faded as each day of quarantine exposed how much free time I actually had. It also was further eroded the more and more I saw Facebook posts from my fellow Veterans doing the 22 a Day Push-Up challenge for awareness on Veterans suicide. The statistic is that 22 Veterans commit suicide on a daily basis. The question kept lingering in my head, “Had I done anything to check up on my Brothers and Sisters in Arms during this pandemic?” That’s when I picked up the phone and called my Army Buddies that lived in the DMV.

I was able to reach five friends of mine that I have had since I attended Basic Training at Fort Benning, GA in the summer of 2002. After the phone call we created a Facebook chat in which we all decided to meet up at Joint Base Anacostia-Bolling the first weekend in June. I couldn’t help but remember how I felt that fateful summer in 2002 at Ft. Benning, Georgia during my drive up to see all of the guys. I was ending my first attempt at college after two successful years and two mediocre ones at the University of Tennessee. Most of the guys I was at Basic Training with were fresh out of High School and 1/3rd were still in High School and completing their training the summer between their Junior and Senior years.

My memories of Basic are vague at best but I do have a vivid memory of meeting one guy in particular, Jackson or “Jip” as I called him. You do not go immediately to training when you arrive at Fort Benning. There is a week in which you receive your first military haircut, vaccinations, and military clothing. That first week is such a strange time as you are in total limbo and trying your best to remember exactly why you want to be there. One evening that first week I was approached by, Jackson, who was 17-18 years old at the time, asking me in his slightly stuttering voice, “Hey, hey man, how do you shave?” I took out my shaving kit and showed him what I, as a previous once a week shaver, knew about the process. We now were faced with completing the daily task as fast as we could at 0445! Which did not add in any way to the discomfort. Less than 4 days later, Jackson and I were completely immersed in our new vocations and training every day on how to become Army Soldiers.

I lost touch with Jip until the late 2000’s when everyone was getting on Facebook. He had left the Army in 2015 and joined the Air National Guard. But as providence would have it, I was telling this same story around the table with my other basic training friends. One of the guys said, Jackson lives in Baltimore just a ways down the road from me. I then took out my phone to see if I still had his number in my contacts. I hesitatingly called the number I had and sure enough, old Jip picked up!! We caught up on things quickly and added him to the Facebook group chat that was started before this last get together. We agreed to have another get together so that he could see everyone again.

That first meeting of five turned into the second meet up in which we had two more veterans join us for dinner. What made this second meeting even more momentous was the presence of one of our Drill Sergeants! The one in particular who tormented us the most with push-ups and mule kicks during some of the hottest Texas days I have ever endured.

I am almost certain that this would not have taken place were it not from all the introspection caused by the COVID-19 quarantine. It was so rewarding to come together as brothers in arms after 18 years and hear the great stories of those of us with families and those with storied Army careers. We have all now re-established that bond that we forged so many summers ago. I hope and pray that none of us ever has thoughts that could lead to suicide. We at least all know that we have six other brothers willing to drop what they are doing and lend an ear to keep the enemy within at bay.

Alone Together: Isa Nye

– Isa Nye (she/her)

My mother-in-law arrived last week, a box of ashes. In the last voicemail I have from her, she’s telling me about the train tickets she bought to come visit. She splurged on a sleeper car. But that trip would not happen. She felt ill. My father-in-law drove her to the hospital. She didn’t leave. I can still hear her voice on the phone, straining, pained, “I have Covid.” She died in the ICU. 

This wasn’t the way we thought she’d arrive for her last visit, not as ash. We gather around the box, and imagine her with us, picture her smile, her love. She was always so happy to be with us in our home. We picture her stirring soup in the kitchen, curled up on the couch with a book, painting a picture with the grandkids at the table. We picture her ready smile, her laughter, imagine her hugging us. 

She’d had to cancel her flight tickets in March, waiting to come once the risk of Covid dwindled. We saw the numbers drop in other countries, but not here. They just kept climbing. We stayed in touch with phone calls and face times, but it hurt to be apart when we so wanted to be together. By now the US has more deaths than any other country in the world. That fact drops down heavy on me, more deaths than any other country in the world, her death one among them. 

We didn’t get to be with her at the end. We spoke with a nurse who told us she would stay by the bed so my mother-in-law would not be alone for her last moments on earth. The nurse cried on the phone when she told us this. She had recently lost a family member to Covid too, and could not be at their side to say goodbye. She knew our pain. It was not the goodbye we imagined. We place the ashes on the shelf. We ache with the hole in our lives where she had once been. We picture her here. 

We put on the masks she sewed us to run our errands. We picture her sewing them. We dream of hugging family again, of mourning together. We moan momma in our minds. Momma, momma, momma. Momma, we miss you.

Support the Local Businesses that Support Us

During these uncertain times, TMI Project knows that businesses of all shapes and sizes are struggling to financially navigate the COVID-19 pandemic. Below, we’ve listed all of our current and past business sponsors who have supported us and are asking you to consider supporting them now. 

We’ve highlighted a few who sent information on their updated services and hours.

Law Offices of Steven Gottlieb
With love and respect, we will get through this crisis together

  • Email Address: sirag1951@gmail.com
  • Phone Number: 845-338-3239
  • Updated Hours of Operation: 10am-10pm
  • Special Offerings:
    • Legal Services
    • Bankruptcy
    • Landlord Issues
  • Online Services:
    • Lease modification
    • Rent reductions
    • Mortgage modifications
    • Foreclosure prevention
    • Eviction prevention

Connectfulness Counseling
I am consulting on CoronavirusOnlineTherapy.com which is a collective of experienced, licensed private practice therapists in all 50 US States who have agreed to lower their fees to $50 per session or less, in order to support those on the FRONT LINE with short-term online therapy.

  • Email Address: hello@connectfulness.com
  • Phone Number: 845-419-1494
  • Updated Hours of Operation: By Appointment
  • Special Offerings:
    • Forthcoming online support groups
    • Relationship workshops
  • Online Services:
    • Virtual couple relationship therapy
    • Virtual individual relationship therapy
    • Forthcoming groups and workshops

Ulster Savings Bank
Our lobbies are temporarily closed but banking services are available by drive-thru, ATMs, online, or by appointment. Stay safe.

  • Email Address: customerservice@ulstersavings.com
  • Phone Number: 866-440-0391
  • Updated Hours of Operation: Varies by location; please visit website for details.
  • Special Offerings: Please visit our website for details.
  • Online Services: Please visit our website for details.

Dawn’s Dog Boarding & Pet Sitting

  • Email Address: dawnsdogboarding@gmail.com
  • Phone Number: 845-706-8447
  • Updated Hours of Operation: 9am – 6pm
  • Special Offerings:
    • Dog Boarding & Daycare in my home
    • Dog Walking within 10 miles of Stone Ridge, NY
    • Pet sitting in your home
  • Online Services: N/A

Complete list of current and past
TMI Project business sponsors

Coldwell Banker Village Green Realty
Prestige Toyota
Stockade Football Club
Woodstock Chimes
Center for Creative Education
RUPCO
Good Work Institute
Radio Kingston
Moonfarmer
Rosendale Theatre Collective
Wipro
Senate Garage
First Care Medical Center
Diane B. Silverberg, M.Ac
Omega Institute
Naccarato Insurance
Women on Fire
Blue Mountain Bistro to Go
The Golden Notebook
Nan Tepper Design
New Paltz Community Acupuncture
Dreaming Goddess
Woodstock Day School
Candlestock
Tech Smiths
Copy Hut
Lawrence O’Toole Realty
CronArtUSA
Transcend Dental
Ryan & Ryan Insurance
Merck CPA & Consultant
BMW of the Hudson Valley
BC/EFA
SeedShed
Friedlander Construction
LGBTQ Comunity Center HV
Earth Designs Cooperative
Omega Women’s Leadership Center
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O+ Festival
Berkshire Hathaway
Senator Jen Metzger
Creekside Acupuncture
Rondout Savings
Hamilton and Adams
Rough Draft
Lia Honda
Wild Earth
Health Alliance of the HV
Stone Soup Food Company
The Secret City
Willoughby Design Associates
Hudson Valley Psychiatric Associates
Wine Hyde Park
Catskill Mountain Psychology
Mathew Gold

COVID-19 RESOURCES

TMI Project created a list of local, state, and national resources to help you navigate this challenging time during the Covid-19 pandemic. Have other resources that we forgot? Comment below and let everyone know.

Local

INFORMATION

SUPPORT


State

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SUPPORT

  • NY State Office of Mental Health 24/7 Hotline: 800-273-8255

National/Global

INFORMATION

SUPPORT

Mental Health


Veteran’s Support

  • Veteran’s Crisis Line: 1-800-273-8255


Addiction


General Healthcare


Housing


Food Banks & Hunger Relief


Resources for Artists


Financial