Art in the Time of Quarantine

Every morning to the background of my 3-year-old’s latest YouTube nursery rhyme compilation, my dogs scratching at the back door to go out/come in/go out again, and my 6-year old’s daily inquisition about matters of state that would put the White House press corps to shame, I always try to squeeze in one hot-ish cup of coffee and peruse the news on my phone…