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
Somewhat paradoxically, social media keeps me from living in echo chambers in which the only people I engage with are people that think pretty much
Not surprisingly an immigrant family is calling us back to the truth of the American experiment, to E Pluribus Unum, from many, one. Perhaps immigrant
This morning, I started writing sitting on a seawall where my young son was fishing. Computer out, glasses on, skin tan, and my hair a
As we collectively process the latest carnage, a comment from my husband sums up the situation: “Now, it’s time for 8 weeks of anguished conversation.
Monday was a normal February day here in Chapel Hill. That is to say my children were home because of ice on the ground and