A t some point in my ten years of being a radio and television producer—calling politicians, wildfire experts, or survivors of the most harrowing experiences, asking them pressing questions about the world and their lives, then translating it all into a story that would air the next day—I grew tired of phone calls.
Then came the pandemic. I live alone and could communicate with people safely only by phone or video call, and I began to hate the immediacy. Now, my heart sinks almost every time my phone rings. Often I will let calls go to voicemail, where my greeting strongly suggests sending a text instead of leaving a message.
