Who’s invited to the party? The birthday? The coming out? New Year’s Eve? The tired-of-lockdown party? I’m talking about encounters.…
One of the reasons we despise play is because it is cost and risk free while the mundane world is…
One of the reasons we love play is that it takes orders only from itself. Make-believe and world-building and all…
We may feel that we are locked in an apocalyptic battle for the future, a titanic struggle of good versus…
Exploring Mt Auburn, the beautiful garden cemetery in Cambridge, I wandered down Halcyon Garden Walk and saw inscribed on a…
All around us are stories; how can we find in them accounts of encounters? I addressed this question in the…
Slowly, slowly, wisdom gathers: Golden dust in the afternoon, Somewhere between the sun and me, Sometimes so near that I…
As I’ve grown farther (physically) from other people over these last months, I’ve grown closer to birds. A bird song…
Morning on the front porch. Notebook on my lap. Coffee mug on the table on my right. Then, what’s this?,…
White on white, from the water up over the murky trees on the far shore up and into the sky.…