…..lost and found in Mexico. Vanessa suggested. I accepted. Even though I knew better. Or should have. A Resort & Spa in Cabo San Lucas where lightly larded men pace azure pools waving cocktails, whooping S-class Maybach! Royal Troon! Sanctuary Machu Picchu! where gleaming unguinous women pace parallel paths waving cocktails, crying Blue Jean Birkin! […]

In movies, there’s the iconic shot of a lone person wading into a vast glittering ocean, a resolute body consigning itself to the sea. But on that sunny evening at Chesterman beach, my brother Geoff wasn’t seeking death. He was snatching life. As I watched his skeletal, beaded body creep back out, my throat constricted. […]

Not the very beginning, but for our purposes. Because we could muster a good argument that without the tree, there would be no human. Let us be grateful, then, for the tree. Tree: a plant with the biomechanics to support height and weight; a tall perennial woody plant having a main trunk and branches forming […]

…after he’s gone. “She knows by now that grief is mostly endurance, understanding over and over that the person you loved is not coming back.”  The News From Spain: Seven Variations on a Love Story, by Joan Wickersham ~ I wanted music. I used to play guitar, but I didn’t want guitar. I used to […]

I am not—I think I am not—afraid of dying. ~William Maxwell, Nearing 90 .     .     . Missing cat, panic, braindead, fruitflies, envy.  Problems. As a psychotherapist, I worked for years to help people solve their problems. Then I learned that, according to Buddha, we all have 83 problems. Everyone: Bill Gates, Oprah Winfrey, even the […]

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