Road maps, off ramps, anxiety, hope, trust, and distrust in equal measure characterize the current mood at UNC. Even as we believe our colleagues in
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
The Salon: A Different Sort of Virus Diary
Nearly 12 weeks have passed since I’ve crossed the blessed threshold of Andrea’s salon. I am committed to social distancing as long as it takes, and, I look forward to once again being back in “the chair.”
Virus Diaries 2: Texas’ Two Step Reopening and My Father
On April 13th a friend posted that his father, who lives in a New Jersey retirement community, was moving in with a friend. The community had
Virus Diaries: 1
When this strange chapter in our collective life is said and done, we will each have our own virus diary. We will have the day
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