He looked over my papers, all my accounting of trying to make a life out of words. “Hmm,” he said, “hmm.” He told me I would owe a tax bill in the low thousands. The last time I saw him in person was the 2019 tax season. I was stressed about money, stressed about my baby’s future, stressed about how I was going to pay for my looming hospital bills. Last pandemic’s tax season was pushed back again and again by the catastrophe.

Source: New York Times March 12, 2021 09:56 UTC