Facetime

“I am facetiming him right now, so he heard that.” Taylor said. “Why do you hate me?” Mitch asked through Taylor's iPod and into my phone. “Whatever.” I replied and hung up.

Like many people, in the pandemic, my life digitized. My work shifted online; my friendships retreated onto FaceTime and WhatsApp; I used a dating app for the first time; I started doing online yoga.

I gritted through a smile, grateful we weren’t Skyping or FaceTime-ing or any other electronic face messaging that was available. It was bad enough he had to hear me stumble through our phone call. I didn’t need him to see my embarrassment as well.

Our children are FaceTime’ing their way through Roblox playdates, they’re texting grandma and grandpa, they’re watching YouTube instead of TV, and they’re begging for too-adult apps like Snapchat – so they can play with the face filters – and Musical.ly, which has a lot of inappropriate content.

ON WHAT HE [Uros Plavsic] MISSES ABOUT SERBIA “Obviously my family. Food, my friends. But technology today works so good for me. Like, FaceTime’ing everybody every makes it amazing."

"One night I was FaceTime'ing my girlfriend Jamie, and she told me that her school senior prom might be canceled.[…]," he [Josiah “JT” Duenas] recalled.

As for relating to each other, we’d texted and FaceTime’d each other throughout the day every day, providing emotional support, sharing memes and links to articles, and minimizing our sense of detachment and isolation.

As I gazed into my father’s eyes, willing the right words, Lidia stepped out onto the balcony, handing me an iPad where Renata was FaceTime'''’ing.

I was careful when FaceTime’ing with my son to not show a background where he could see anything outside my home; I stayed away from the windows and doors.

While she was away, we’d FaceTimed every day. Once, she’d FaceTimed me from the bathtub, a setting that felt so intimate to me, and my inner monologue was shrieking, “Act normal, act normal!”