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Op-Ed: Here’s how the coronavirus has changed the lives of Americans across the country

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(Camily Tsai / For The Times)
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In our series “Dispatches From the Pandemic,” we have featured the stories of dozens of people, many reaching out from quarantine. They’ve written about life on the frontline and life interrupted, of lockdowns and shutdowns, masking and Zooming — and the pursuit of normality. You can read their essays below.

If you have something to say about how COVID-19 has affected your work, your family or your life, please email your submission to oped@latimes.com.

After two shots of an mRNA COVID-19 vaccine, you’re good to hug your vaccinated mom, right? Not so fast.

When the doctor told us to call the COVID vaccine hotline, we knew we were completely on our own, despite my parents’ advanced age and risk factors.

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At her Zoom grief group, a daughter discovers ‘heartbroken but whole people’ and a human connection that crosses the virtual divide.

A doctor asks: If you don’t trust the coronavirus vaccine, why are you in medicine? Getting the shot is a civic duty.

Through its strict rules for travelers, Singapore was protecting its population from me. But for the first time during the pandemic, I felt safe.

Since singing is risky during the pandemic, my group went on hiatus. As our silent season continues, we and many others must forgo holiday performances.

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Since the pandemic, I’ve gone from running four restaurants to one. Dining restrictions targeting restaurants are using my industry as a scapegoat, blaming us for spiking COVID-19 cases without providing evidence.

My brother died in the early months of the COVID-19 pandemic, but that’s not when we lost him. He disappeared from our lives years ago, diagnosed with schizophrenia.

Maybe bougie food fantasies will accompany us all the way through the destruction of life as we know it?

Children and adults alike track the peacock’s movements through the neighborhood, thrilled when he spreads his tail plume in a dazzling array of colors and patterns.

Growing up in a family with problems, my lifeline became Alan Alda’s Hawkeye on “MASH.” As a doctor fighting COVID-19, I channel his humor and rage.

My teacher, the great American pianist Leon Fleisher, taught his pupils about playing music for music’s sake, which COVID now forces musicians to do.

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As a patient dies of COVID-19, a hospice chaplain provides support for his family and medical staff. Her message: Wear a mask.

Before I came down with COVID-19, I could run for miles. After returning from the hospital, I needed a wheelchair to go even half a block.

We all want to recover from whatever malady brought us here, and we’re not about to blow this second chance by doing something careless.

Magic happens in a physical classroom, not through online platforms popularized during the coronavirus quarantine.

It hit me: Letters! Care packages! That was how to bridge the pandemic distance and be an ally.

My scrubs broadcast to the world that I am someone to be avoided. Want to support healthcare workers fighting COVID-19? Reach out to them.

The coronavirus-idled events team from a ski resort runs a food bank in Basalt, Colo., pivoting from delivering entertainment to helping the hungry.

Building a wardrobe of fashionable face masks doesn’t make me insensitive to the grave consequences of coronavirus.

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The days run together during the coronavirus quarantine, but a jigsaw puzzle and a brief family moment help define them.

When I came home from college because of the coronavirus outbreak, my eighth-grade English teacher, my mentor, postponed a meeting with me. She had a fever and a cough.

Dancing at home during the shutdown is the coronavirus pandemic’s bathtub gin.

I’ve been doing my part to keep an eye on my older neighbors, which helps calm my own feelings of fear and helplessness.

I’m running low on toilet paper, thanks to hoarding in response to the coronavirus outbreak. I’m not worried, because I’m done with TP for good.

A garlic bulb, found almost desiccated during a vacuuming, is pushing greenery toward the sky. The cilantro, though, has been wholly devoured by snails.

A touching video of Jane Goodall releasing a chimp into the wild makes my son sob. His tears may reveal frustration over our coronavirus-altered lives.

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How the soothing action of knitting calms my stress and fears -- one in a series of dispatches from the pandemic.

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