Love is an Alloy

I sometimes think that I’ve won my freedom at the cost of my parents’ broken hearts. I wonder if that’s true for all children who do not follow in their parents’ footsteps. Who choose another path. Pure love is rare. Most of us experience it only in its...

I Grew Up in Disneyland

Growing up in a protective religious community was a lot like living in Disneyland. Everything was clean and shiny and wholesome and orderly. There were many opportunities to develop our talents and perform. We tried very hard to bring a smile to everyone’s face...

Life is a Spirograph

For the last two years the fact of my mortality has been crowding my day to day awareness in a way it’s never done before. Maybe it’s because my grandmother died last summer, just a month shy of her 100th birthday. Maybe it’s because I have seen my...

Where Have All Your Good Words Gone?

Sometimes, late at night, I lose my will and allow myself to become enthralled by the internet. Like the bats that circle my backyard on a summer evening, I move mindlessly through the shadowlands. With each circuit I feel my vitality fade a little, leached by the...