My good friend James A. Pearson wrote the following poem as the full weight of the pandemic came upon us. Even though we are now “coming out of it,” I think of how much we are still in the midst of it: the harsh and intense conversations around vaccination and epidemiology, the angst of stepping into packed bars, the “post-pandemic” economy, and – for me at least – the assumption that something similar will be coming again. And so, James’... Read more