March is usually when we're planning our first Epic Brunch of the year. 2020 had other plans for us. Dark and distant plans. COVID happened and then brunches couldn't happen. But because of our deeply held bonds of friendship we were able to come together virtually and keep the poems coming. It was these friendships and some semblance of our normal routine that got us through a difficult time. We laughed, cried and created together. Contained here in this volume are our poems sent to Paul via text, skillfully illustrated, a window into the impact the year had on us. Here is hoping that the darkness of the time fades and what we remember are the good times and how we all made the best of it.

~Gloria Smith