How the Light Gets In
“Start again,” I heard them say, “Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.” — Leonard Cohen
Where is My Home?
“Where is my home?” poet Rainer Maria Rilke asks.
The Abundant Womb
For all these reasons and more, I think that those of us who have mates and children and grandchildren ought to be as honest about the difficulties and demands of these relationships as we are eager to update our Facebook pages with brags and photos about this so-called great life we lead.
Where Is My Home?
How difficult it is to be happy or content as a state of mind when one’s soul was schooled in loneliness, anxiety, and abandonment.
I am Vampire
Isn’t the vampire the perfect metaphor for our bloated American culture with its reality TV, true crime best sellers, celebrity tabloids and gossip magazines, thinly-disguised Facebook voyeurism, and constant inane tweets where meaning must be communicated in 140 characters or less?