VIRUS DIARY: MOVING CLOSER TO GRANDSONS THEY CAN BARELY SEE
A child’s swing twists forlornly in the breeze beneath the behemoth maple tree that shades our home. It’s become a symbol of our sad coronavirus exile.
A year and a half ago, we moved from what we thought was our forever home steps from Cape Cod Bay to Rhode Island, just so we could be close to our two
