Perhaps I Will Dance

Recently, I received a friend request from a man I haven’t seen since 1978. Funny thing, time, how it compresses as easily as a Rolodex. It is 1976 and I am arrogant, full of wonder and worry as I stand on M’s terrace overlooking the hills of Rome. I am twenty-one...

Love and the Illusion of Death

Trish in Mexico, 2015 When she sold the house with its mahogany floors and a view of a blue-green sea, my friend, Trish, no longer had financial concerns. She, who’d for decades used what funds she’d had to support caretakers of the earth, artists, visionaries,...