Remember when you were madly in love with someone? And then you thought “all right, if I just tell him then I’ll have it off my chest and it will disappear.” But it wasn’t true. It only got worse. Here’s the rule: putting feelings out in the open do not diminish them. They flare up […]
moreEvery morning, I bike through the park. I drop my son off at school and on the way back they’re there: the laughs. They rise up from beneath two trees next to a pond. Whoops of laughter in different tones, almost like a symphony.On nearing the trees, the people who produce the laughs become visible. […]
moreThe Stabat Mater, about a mother who loses her son. Then comes the composer who has lost three children. And just listen to the intensity of this final verse. At 3.06 starts the Amen. It is both suffering and release. It is painful to listen to, yet comforting. It is creation at its most frantic, […]
moreA friend flew in from the Caribbean. It was a sad trip for her, she came to see her best-friend who has a fatal brain tumor. She stayed in a hotel close to my home and so I got to see her often. It had been years since we managed to connect the way we […]
moreA dinner with women. I was in the same student-society with them. About midway the evening, I started feeling sad. Was it the excessive amount of wine? Was it the fact that fifteen years had passed in a flash? What had remained of our ambitions and dreams? Why did they laugh those ideals off as […]
moreEvery once in a while, my sister and I go to a concert. This week, we went to Dvorák’s Stabat Mater. I had never heard this Stabat Mater before and so I wasn’t sure what to expect. On taking our seats, I was thrilled to discover how huge the choir was. This was going to […]
moreTwo things I had intended on putting in my new novel, but never did. That she (Leandra) wakes up in the middle of the night. There’s a subtle. pulse-like glow in her room. Brighter, then softer, then brighter again. It comes from beneath her bed. She leans over and sees a firefly. It is on […]
moreI am not really good at groups of people. Whether a volleyball team or a Catholic family. Or 150 five-year-olds. It has nothing to do with the people in the group, neither with the reason for their having become a group. It has more to do with the fact that I tend to experience things […]
moreThere are people who seem to hate it when you tell them, “oh please, this is really important to me.”It’s important the name on the cake is spelled properly. It’s important the heel to that shoe is fixed for a sponsored walk that starts at the crack of dawn. It’s important I make it on […]
moreYou are a child of the universe and you have a right to be here, just as the trees and the birds have a right to be here.Or something like that.Somehow, this sentence immediately sprung to mind the very second I wrote the words 'A note to self'. It's from Max Ehrmann's Desiderata, not literally […]
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