The Staircase

Years ago, I worked in a greeting card store. It sold everything: cards, candy, ice cream, cigarettes, toys, books—probably more … More

Chocolate All The Way Down

Today the question arrives as a tension rather than a problem. There is the viewpoint—call it belief or perception—that everything … More

Three hundred eighty people sit on a plane—some in the front, some in the back. Those in the back may … More

I’m sitting in the car, not driving, just waiting. Rain falls steadily, tapping the roof in soft, uneven rhythms. The … More

I didn’t really know I needed the walk.Nothing was wrong exactly. Nothing I could name.But something in me felt a … More

Identity 5 The Mask, the Body, and the Universal “I” Identity is a mask worn by awareness. When you put … More

All year long, we treat time as invisibleand things as solid. The chair holds me.The wall stays put.The day passes. … More

I’m standing at the bus stop. It’s a cold, windy day. Every gust slices through my jacket. My teeth chatter. … More

I see my life as a spiderweb, its threads stretching in every direction—into past events and future circumstances. Each place … More

Imagine a mirror that reflects everything in front of it — trees, faces, sunlight, clutter, beauty, fear, yesterday’s argument, tomorrow’s … More