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