Post-op
It has been seven years since I had major surgery after a long illness, surgery that put me on a […]
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Of Streets at Night
Memory holds on to such funny little details: the hat I lost at a bar on Arlington St. The ride
How to slow the turning
I lay on my mat after a steamy and exhausting yoga practice on the last day of the year. The
Ignatius and me in Barcelona: Companionship, reliance and faith
He was afraid that if he had a companion with him, he would lose some of that supreme trust in
Born in Drive
My mother describes me as having been “born in drive”. Apparently on the first day of some toddler play group