To what extent does living a life resemble writing a book? How’s that for a tiny, precise, yes-or-no question on a Saturday morning? Booyah. (tl;dr
One of the things about being 66 is memories. Flocks and layers. We the older humans perhaps discovered palimpsests, rather than the art historians who
As you may know, Dianne Feinstein is one of California’s two senators. As you may also know, she’s 89, reportedly suffering from pretty severe short-term
Words don’t link sound directly to import, of their own accord. That’s down to us humans. But enough self-evident abstraction. Also known as, “Yeah, so?”
It wasn’t a good night for sleep. If I could write about anything other than the United States’ Supreme Court decision on Roe v. Wade,
I’m prone to unprovoked swells of joy. Have been all my life. Probably a side effect of a nervous system that makes me anxious, and
I’ve recently watched a spate of television about corporate power. Having survived adventures in corporate life myself, it’s impossible not to deconstruct. There must be
This morning it’s been really noisy outside. My neighbor’s child is not practicing his trumpet, nor is my other neighbor holding business calls by his
Occasionally when you have nothing to add, you still have to write. On 9/11, 2001, I started to drive to work. Crossing over the freeway
The other day I had the most vivid and sudden image of aging. (It was the morning I came down with vertigo; I hypothesize a
Usually I leave flowers in my garden but this year I am cutting them and bringing them inside. I mean, not all the time, but
To all in the Asian community, I feel for your fear and sorrow and rage and I am thinking of you I have exhausted
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