When my 13 year old received a tracking device, I experienced the same sinking feeling that I did on the morning of September 11: I knew the world would never be the same.
To everything there is a season: from roller coaster summer to the first day of school.
Family fun in the sun beckons, but danger lurks in the shadows.
A good friend is leaving town. We still get to see each other whenever we want.
Thanksgiving felt like it was going to be a dud. We did something about it.
Distance does not immune us from pain.
Have we become a world of DIY hairdressers? Are we now embracing gray hair and scruffy looks? Giving up hair salons and barber shops may mean giving up some sanity and friends.
This is how my family and I have coped with challenges in the age of corona.
It seemed like we were safe from the virus, but it returned, and we’d like to send something back.