A Silent Pandemic: A Longing for Authentic Attachment
"Something was missing. I felt off." A few months ago, I had the opportunity to present a virtual parenting class in the state of Michigan. Nothing really new to me. Except this time, I was excited to reach a broader audience -- nineteen library communities would be connecting through one centralized district office. At 2:00 pm Pacific Standard Time, I closed my blinds in my bright office and carefully arranged my desk, white light, microphone, camera, materials, and double-checked my power-point slides. Yep. Everything was ready. At 2:40 pm, tech guru Phillip welcomed me into StreamYard, the platform we would be utilizing. We chatted for a few minutes. Then, as instructed, I uploaded my power-point. I struggled for moment as this format was new to me. With Phillip’s help, we got everything working. We began promptly at 3:00 pm. For the next 90 minutes, I stared at my screen delivering the workshop. I could not see any participants, I could not see Phillip,