When the pandemic put a pause on my professional life, I turned my energies toward home and discovered a new pleasure in gardening.
Hunkered down and busier than ever covering the pandemic, I’m missing my annual West Texas river adventure with friends.
An anthem of my student days — the Talking Heads’ “Once in a Lifetime” — has blasted back into my consciousness, making me long for “same as it ever was.”
As an emergency room doctor, my days are filled with crisis, trauma and very few breaks. At home, my dining room looks like a hazmat zone.
What I learned in my religious studies courses at Rice helps me understand what the COVID-19 pandemic is revealing about the brokenness in contemporary society.
Even as the Thresher staff reported on the pandemic, we kept wishing we wouldn’t become part of the story.
To combat stress caused by COVID-19, I take refuge in an ancient practice of meditation — and you can, too.
As an international student from Rwanda, going home during the pandemic was not an option for me. But staying connected was.
As a pathology resident and research scientist, I’m refocusing my work to help evaluate convalescent plasma as a treatment option for COVID-19 patients.
As a critical pulmonary care physician with a graduate degree in public health, I’m used to having evidence-based answers; COVID-19’s questions are entirely new.
In these traumatic times, what’s required when teaching my brilliant students from afar and parenting my kids at home is much the same: patience, love and empathy.
As teachers in rural Mississippi, we watch the COVID-19 school closures with a nagging awareness that inequities in education are nothing new — and a clear understanding of how schools weather crises through the strength of their communities.
The friendship we formed as Rice students sustains us from a distance as doctors in New York City.
