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.
Hey 19
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.”