Here I am, an almost 72-year-old writer, lesbian, and wife of 40 years. Tanya and I have been hibernating in our home in Berkeley for the past year due to the pandemic. Cocooned with us are Tanya’s 92-year-old mother, Laura, and our 18-year-old great-niece, who ran away from her father and step-mother’s home in North Carolina to live with us until high school graduation in May. She Zooms to her classes in North Carolina, starting at 5:30 a.m. most mornings.