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My husband called me on my cell phone. He lay in our bed, feverish but not at death’s door, while I sat in the kitchen. “I hate to bother you,” he said, “but would you mind bringing me a ration…

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I learned a couple of nights ago that my daughters will not be returning to class at Emory University after Spring Break. They’ll be distance-learning for the rest of the semester instead, and they are not happy about it. In…

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It’s been a week. Tornadoes in Tennessee and post-tornado suffering and love; Super Tuesday and the clarification of the Democratic primary; the dread-inducing novel coronavirus, giving novels everywhere a bad name. My friend Matt Osborne stops in today with a…

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