It Takes a Virtual Village: New Motherhood, Theatre, and the Pandemic

AMERICAN THEATRE: As I stare at the pieces of rubber and debris rolling off the back right tire of the Ford pickup in front of me, puttering our lane to a full stop, my breath quickens, my mind races, anxiety and guilt flood in. I usually feel several degrees of stress on the Atlanta 75/85 Connector commuting from campus to home. As anyone who has even visited Atlanta can attest, traffic is a nightmare wrapped up in misfortune. But today the stuck traffic is stickier.