Rear-view mirror
A year ago today, my beloved Hilary was in an intensive-care unit at New York-Presbyterian, fighting for her life as she awaited a double-lung transplant. She had no idea that worse awaited her"as it did the whole world. I lost her three months later, and my life since then has been lonely and blue, though relieved by friendships that I treasure. Even so, there are very few parts of 2020 that I would willingly live …