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
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.”
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
Soon I’ll leave for a brief trip back to Texas. I go most every month to see my father. Because I go so often now,
When we saw her sit down and her tears begin, we dropped to our knees in front of her and joined hands forming a circle with to share and acknowledge her sorrow. What a gift to share our collective grief with this stranger-friend for a moment.
In the end, my mother died of hypovolemic shock. This means that during the 48 or so hours between when we decided to stop treatment