Unexpected Surgery; Unexpected Equanimity

I sit on the edge of my bed, spacing out as I look out the window at my neighbors’ back yards. Weeds, an old shed, a dead refrigerator in Yard 1. A wooden climbing structure and children’s basketball hoop in Yard 2. A trampoline and a pro-size basketball...

Pushing Boundaries, Crossing Borders

Perhaps you heard of the controversy in January that turned the publishing industry upside down for a few weeks. It had everything that makes a good scandal in the United States these days: money, power, accusations of cultural appropriation and racism, and eventually...

Mortal Peril

My late brother Barry, like many men of his generation, was socialized to believe that being a man meant being the breadwinner, being right all the time, being in charge, and having everything in his life exactly as he dictated. By the time he left our family home at...

Dredging the Muck and Mud of Memories

Ooh, I’m in it now. I sit at my desk, hands on my keyboard. I stare at three or four lines of text that I can’t seem to bring to life, my brain goes into a fog, and I fall asleep. I awake with a start, reorient myself to my text, stare at the same three or four… again...