InformationI try to see the world through my father’s eyes, his sense that everything looked like science fiction.Jan 18, 2020Jan 18, 2020
Scenes from America’s Taj MahalA line from Voltaire comes to mind: “If hawks have always had the same character, why should you imagine that men have changed theirs?”Jan 10, 2020Jan 10, 2020
The Sacred and ProfaneSnapshots from Greece and a meditation on the end of a world.Dec 22, 20191Dec 22, 20191
Philosophy is an AmbulanceHis ashes curled through the water in a pattern than conjured nebulae and galaxies, a reassuring image that I keep pinned to my mind.Oct 30, 2016Oct 30, 2016
The Shock of NevermoreEach time I pick up a pen, I am reminded of Ingmar Bergman’s admonition that “the only worthwhile subject is man’s relationship with god.”Oct 6, 2016Oct 6, 2016
The Last Year of My FatherAfter receiving a lung and transforming himself into a grand old man, my father slipped suddenly from this world.Jan 22, 2016Jan 22, 2016
Chaos Is Your New LadyRead the writing on the walls. This is America muttering to itself in the kitchen before stumbling off to bed.Aug 12, 2014Aug 12, 2014
