We all begin in mystery. When I was smaller than the period at the end of this sentence, my life’s story began. All that I cosmically and genetically am was within me, was me, as I, full of living potential, floated in dark and secret depths. The deepest secrets of my body (like that one […]
“The best laid plans of Mice and Men often go awry,” so says the poet Robert Burns,[i] with whom I heartily agree. The plan I laid at April’s ending had me making a beginning to my memoir come the first of May. That start didn’t happen. A month later, some ideas of layout and some […]
“The blight’s takin’ her slow, limb by limb,” said the man with the saw, flanneled arms crossed, looking at the pear tree with its hard and gnarled fruit, some naked, sooty branches sticking out on one side, as though petrified. “Won’t be bearin’ any fruit tat-all come another few years or so,” he pronounced with […]
It’s that time a year again. Another Labor Day is coming, a time when I have tended, for most of my life, to reflect upon my own reflection, to look at myself the way that others see me, to explore the realities of disease, hope, disappointment, joy, and even identity. If you remember the long-running […]
What words cannot tell nor images show… No fragrance, no strain of music, no touch can hold on to what I know… You… You, my Lord… You. With that little word “my” what am I trying to say? Can I possess You, claim You and make You my own? No. Because you have given Yourself […]
