I first heard Ray LaMontagne’s haunting ballad, “Trouble,” at Caffe Umbria’s espresso bar on Occidental Place. Obsessed, with the lyrics on a loop in my head, I had to have the CD. “Listen, just listen,” I said to Leslie....
Nothing shifts perspective quite like a sudden change in mobility, and I’m always curious about how people process those changes. So I rushed to connect with a woman sporting an ankle boot as I rolled home with Gus who pulled to make contact, too. She told me...
On my birthday, many years ago, I remember one particular pronouncement from one particular neurologist, “This won’t kill you,” this being my condition, Adrenomyeloneuropathy. The delivery was brusque but honest. Hearing it was a relief at the time. It moved me from...
This is not a typical romance. I didn’t fall on one knee to ask Leslie to marry me, even though that move was somewhat possible twenty years ago. It was a drawn-out discussion, the question of what we might be to each other, beginning with her rather pointed...
I followed the Peanuts as a kid, from comic strips and television specials to birthday cards and stuffed animals. Their adventures spoke to me: the remote teacher, the sports trials, the neighborhood sparring. I reserved a special place for Snoopy. Flying Ace defeats...
Conferences don’t have to be a full-contact sport. Case in point: the ASHOKO Youth Venture Showcase which “supports youth to create positive social change through the application of business principles.” Aspirational goals. Individual action. Civic...
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