Black Boxes I’ve Known
“Our ‘knowing’ is fresh, sharp, and spontaneous. It never needs to reduce the virgin quality of experience to something that is ‘known’, and therefore...
How to Write a Memoir
Writing a memoir can be as simple as taking a stroll through the neighborhood, and is often undertaken for similar reasons: we’re looking for...
The Day the Earth Changed
I was walking in Central Park in New York City when I saw the sunbathers and picknickers all stand up at the same moment,...
I Feel Lost
I know everyone feels lost sometimes. That feeling of being lost seems an understandable consequence of trying to fit into a world that seems...
Destination Unknown
There is something about long journeys to new places; the memories always stay with us. As well as the Amtrak trips I have taken...
The Empty Gangplank
I’ve heard that we come into this world alone and will leave it alone. But far more real for me is the network of...
What am I Waiting For?
I was lingering beside the job board, long after the rush of job seekers had moved on. My eyes followed a man sweeping the...
Two Venturings Forth
I’ve just been published in two places: a book I’ve been working on for the past three years (“Winter Came Early; Reflections on Outliving...
Dominoes Keep Falling on my Head
I had a blood draw for uric acid yesterday. Now I’m waiting for my primary to tell me if the results reveal anything I...
Too Much or too Little
Would it be too much if I bring up Goldilocks again? She is such a looming figure of right conduct, and still has so...