One sunny afternoon I went to a family and friends’ celebration, and I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. I’d that very week been diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety; nobody there knew. Those at the gathering were celebrating religious and political beliefs that were virtually opposite to my markedly less conservative views. I… Read More My Misfit Brain
You might run for the thrill. You sail into the zone, keep on like you’re under a spell. I wish it came so naturally to me, wish these limbs would move with knowing. I run because I was terrible at it. And I’m less terrible the more I do it. I run to silence the… Read More Why I Run
I remain mystified by the persistent practice of slavery in history. Merely a page in the saga of human trafficking, what transpired in the American South is traceable all the way from the 20th Century to 1700 BC when The Babylonian Code of Hammurabi distinguished between slave and free. The Hittites were among the ancient… Read More Greatness, Part 7: In the Mouth of Slavery
So another day gives way to dusk Feels like more than 40 years of road I kept pace down Fifth Avenue and ambled on West 4th where I shot the eight ball into corner pockets in the Village, time ungrudging when I was young. Verdant Pennsylvania trails crossed country to Pacific sand where I met… Read More The Wayfaring
A Holistic Journey 