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
A Room of My own: another Virus Diary
The first time I had my own apartment was in graduate school in Austin. I remember the feeling of organizing the space to my, and
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
A WALK ACROSS CAMPUS
I was 17 when I first walked across UNC’s campus alongside an older friend from home who was a sophomore. It was November and most
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.