Thanks to a kind-hearted, quick-witted nurse in New York-Presbyterian's cardio-thoracic ICU, I was able to see and speak to Mrs. T via Skype on Sunday night. That sentence really ought by all rights to end with an exclamation point, for it was the first time I'd laid eyes on her, virtually or in the flesh, since last weekend. The experience of seeing her face on the screen of my MacBook Air was overwhelming, so much …
SOURCE: ArtsJournal at 07:02AM on March 23, 2020