If, in the end, my father survives until 100th birthday, it will be a function of good PPE, luck, and divine intervention.
Category: Grief
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
Tears in the Cranberry Sauce
George Winston’s December has been one of my seasonal favorites for years. The album, which starts slow and contemplative is a perfect opening to the
Constant Companions
In spite of a friend’s deep suffering, the death of an elder neighbor, a loved one’s diagnosis of an advanced cancer, life rolls on straight
For Two Friends Who Grieve
Among those college friends with whom I stayed up all night, took spontaneous road trips, and wondered about all that the future would bring are