After my father’s near-death because of coronavirus, the road trip we had been putting off felt urgent. On Highway 101, I pressed firmly on the gas, hoping to outpace his mortality. My father’s gravelly voice hummed to the playlist I’d curated for his musician’s ear. As we walked along the Pacific Ocean, I was all too aware of a fatigue that slowed his gait. But sightseeing, conversation and moments of mirth brightened our days. We ate and drank well (sometimes in defiance of doctors’ orders). On the open road, I learned things about my father that I had never known. — Danielle Elizabeth Hayden

Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real-life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging”, as I know each of these pieces represents something…