The Balinese Garden
I visited the Balinese Garden in July to catch up with friends, the sun, my own heart. There’s a repression and a liberation to the order that others impose.
Divorce
It seems like a common word until it starts to describe your life.
Portland
When it’s hard to stand up, sometimes the asphalt can help. I found that my town was there to support me in some wet, green, slippery, nice sort-of way. It’s a sweet town
The Very Thin Man
I get by with a little help from my imaginary friends.
Musings on Freedom
My Father always presides at the Passover Seder in my head. He would remind us that this is our annual opportunity to leave the petty slaveries we create or allow behind us and to be and live our best—a good lesson, whatever your tradition. On Passover we tell the story of the 4 generations of children– the wise, the wicked, the simple and the ignorant–and how to pass along our heritage to each of them. We can usually find a piece of our self in each story.
People
OK we can skip the Streisand. What about hanging on for twenty, thirty years. That counts for something, doesn’t it? In a small community we’re all part of the backdrop. Sometimes wonderful; usually underappreciated.