If, in the end, my father survives until 100th birthday, it will be a function of good PPE, luck, and divine intervention.
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
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
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.”
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
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