October 07, 2018
I really love my lists. I’m great at making them. I have a rule; if I think about something and can’t deal with it immediately, I put it on a master list or in my calendar; so between the two, there is a personal tickertape of what to do and ultimately who to be, at any given time. There is comfort and calm in a good list. I know all the… READ MORE
September 28, 2018
As fall arrives, monarch butterflies begin their arduous migration south. I’m in awe of their ability to cross vast distances, in their delicate brief lives. Their flight is not the graceful arc of sandhill cranes, who fly far overhead when passing. Monarch wings don’t give lift like those of geese or bald eagles. Monarchs are mere inches of beauty; fractions of an ounce of compelling living color. I watch their zigzag… READ MORE
September 01, 2018
Perseus is my personal Godot. Like Samuel Beckett’s famously absent play character, the Greek hero Perseus—slayer of dragons—has never shown up despite my waiting. Annually I look to the August sky, anticipating the meteor shower named after the constellation that bears his name. Always, the meteor shower peaks in the middle of the night. Always, my good intentions need sleep by then.
Same thoughts every August.… READ MORE