Monthly Archives: April 2013
So I am a coward about death, stark shivering and nakedly fearful, I don’t want to be snuffed out, granted I am not the most beautiful or smartest human being but I am all I have, and consciousness is of … Continue reading
My daughter who is all grown up and beautiful and a very 21st century urban woman has a remedy for being scared. She thinks about Uncle Wiggily. Its not that Uncle Wiggily is particularly strong – he’s not a superhero … Continue reading
Susie and I are on the Rialto Bridge and have coopted a lovely stranger to snap our picture, and in the blink of an eye we are on the road again. The quote above is by Jack Kerouac.
Yesterday, up at 3:00 a.m. gulp two strong cups of coffee so I can be human, on the road to the airport at 3:45, park in the dark, wet garage and walk to the checkpoint, take off my coat, scarf, … Continue reading
I have been poked, prodded and tested in the past year. I have had vials and vials of blood drawn. Doctors have looked deeply into my eyes, ears and throat. They have photographed internal crevices upon which the sun never … Continue reading