How perfect!—my daughter writes a post about being on the road and my thoughts turn to coming home. It happens every year. Thanksgiving rolls around, she lives in L.A., I picture her here, the sleepy hamlet of Katonah, NY. Home. No secret that air travel—even without the added stresses of … [Read more...] about Coming Home
Space fantasy
I have a theory about space: the less room you have, the more efficient you are with it, everything in its place. With more space comes a mushrooming mentality, a catalyst for clutter. The mind can’t help itself. Space, psychological as well as physical, begs to be filled if not imagined. … [Read more...] about Space fantasy
Spin-A-Gogue, Anyone?
My daughter calls me, no Talmudic issue, a simple statement: I don’t know if I’m feeling services this year. I can relate. I myself feel a little like a wandering Jew, not sure where my spiritual affiliation belongs. Call me a seeker. Call me a ‘Jubu’ (i.e., that charming acronym denoting those … [Read more...] about Spin-A-Gogue, Anyone?
The captain has turned on the seatbelt sign . . .
Years ago, en route from New York to Japan, I spent a night in Anchorage. It was January; the early-morning landscape when I woke up and looked out the hotel window had me thinking I was on the dark side of the moon. I can’t recall if it was the turbulence as we approached Alaska—the worst I’d ever … [Read more...] about The captain has turned on the seatbelt sign . . .
Happenstance
Early morning, barely awake and jet-lagged, a word pops into my head: Happenstance, a poetic mingling of chance and circumstance. I do think there’s an order to the universe. I don’t think everything happens for a reason, but any unwelcome circumstance foisted on us, once we get past the anger … [Read more...] about Happenstance
Those Moments We Miss
In the grand scheme of memorable moments, riding a two-wheeler for the first time is the gold standard, the one that puts me in a place and time against which so much else is measured. I can see the bike (blue and white), myself in the seat. The focus, the balance, the breeze. The closest thing to … [Read more...] about Those Moments We Miss
