Greetings from Los Angeles! Lea and I have rented an Airbnb in West Hills, Los Angeles, for 3 months to ditch winter and to spend time with three of our kids who live there. We packed up the Tesla, hooked up the Thule cargo box to the back of the
I have been alive for 71 years. Or, ~26,000 days. Or ~2 billion seconds. I am quite sure that for a majority of those seconds, I (whatever I is?) have been somewhere else, in a trance. Most of us are, most of the time, in a trance (generated by
Being 71, and getting closer and closer to our ultimate human destination - death - I have thought quite a bit about the issue of how I will feel when that time arrives. Actually, I will feel pretty damn good, thanks to the difficult (hellish) period of my life that
A lovely post about life and the poet Jane Kenyon arrived in my inbox today from the brilliant Maria Popova and her newsletter The Marginalian, and I had to share it with you. Maria writes: "The vital force of life is charged by the poles of holding on and