My dad’s doctor called today. It has been a week since I drove to Pennsylvania sporting my Mad Max mask to visit him through the window of his room in the retirement community where he now resides. Nearly one year from the day we buried my mother. I feel ashamed…

Dear Adam, This loss of purpose you speak of. I hear you. It has been a long year-and-a-half for me. I try not to think too hard about how little I have contributed to the well-being of lives in the places I find myself in. And then the moving around…