EDITOR'S LETTER
I’VE SPENT AN inordinate amount of time thinking about love lately. Being thrust into isolation in a pandemic as a single person, there’s been plenty of time to consider my relationships and how at my age I came to be completely alone with my cat (she’s on my lap as I type). A raging serial monogamist in my 20s and 30s, I’ve now been single since my ex-girlfriend and I called it quits after five years in 2013. At first, I was taking time to reassess and just be with myself. It felt important to be OK with being single for a time. There was no expiration date. Now here we are, nearly 22 months since I had my last in-person romantic attraction on a trip to London, and so much…