At this point in the pandemic, daytime brings hope. Pictures of friends getting vaccines, talk of summer travel, and, at work, I am not responding
Category: Grief
Sympathetic Ink
On October 23rd, my father would have been 100 years old. Last year for his 99th, I flew to San Antonio with a suitcase full of
HI Mom
After I raced to my father’s deathbed and but didn’t make it in time, my closest friend, whom I met when I was 15, brought
Virus Diary Number 5: Reunion, Robbery, Requiem?
But, it is also true, that we were robbed – by circumstance, by uncertainty, by choice, and by chance – and I would give anything to live that last day over
Virus Diaries 4: The Lies We Tell
If, in the end, my father survives until 100th birthday, it will be a function of good PPE, luck, and divine intervention.
Virus Diaries: Water Park Lament
Every night in my kitchen my throat catches and my eyes water. Every night this happens when I talk to my dad and he asks