My Grandfather’s Typewriter
Some memories we keep, but others we must let go. The typewriter is not a prisoner of its past. It is not doomed to tell the same story over and over. It can write a new story at the hands of a skilled operator.
One, 12, or Millions?
Imagine how it felt to be Vincent Van Gogh back then…taking risks with only his brother and a few other rogues to encourage him. Imagine putting your stuff out there, time and time again, with only one Facebook follower, and one like. Imagine his moments of despair and loneliness.
Ageism: The Dark Side of Activism
Ocasio-Cortez’s myopia is a symptom of ageism, and she needs to be called out for it, just as quickly, and with the same conviction, as if she denigrated another human because of their skin color or gender. It’s flat out unacceptable.
Becoming a Silver Dancer
My friend Michael Noyes, born 1959, is a dancer. He thinks like a dancer. He moves like a dancer. He identifies himself as a dancer. When Michael teaches yoga, he doesn’t teach it as a series of static positions, instantly teleporting from one mountaintop position to...What Bones Teach Us
Deep inside the crypt one finds three skeletons in repose, still clothed in their monks robes. Between them is a placard written in five languages. It reads: “What you are now, we used to be. What we are now, you will be.”
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