My friend Allen Steck is planning on writing an article entitled “Is climbing worth dying for?” It’s an interesting question coming from an 83 year-old man who spent his life climbing and mountaineering, achieving some of the most difficult and dangerous ascents known in the climbing world, all of which could have killed him. His … More Is _______ worth dying for?
Dear Amy, Do you remember when we put on running clothes to go for a jog and you put on those seventies running shoes that hurt your feet and we both got all out of breath really fast so we just walked a few blocks and then went home? I liked it when we drove … More Dear Amy,
After Amy died, I dug through all of my photographs, looked for every one that she was in. Some were beautiful, representative, classic. Others were mundane, she was in the background, making an awkward face, no one was looking at the camera. Still my first step was not to separate these out, they seemed, to … More death compells me
I don’t know what to do with all the pictures of Amy that I’ve pulled out. For the last few weeks I’ve been looking at them with a sense of joy about who Amy was to me. This may seem strange, but without having seen Amy for a couple years, it has been nice to … More the way grief moves me
“God and I are like two fat people in a tiny boat, we keep bumping into each other and laughing” – Rumi “They have tried to prove our democracy an empty fraud, and our nation a consistent oppressor of underprivileged people. This may seem ludicrous to Americans, but it is sufficiently important to worry our … More pieces of today
Last night I learned of the tragic death of one of my closest friends. We hadn’t been in touch too much in the past couple years, but she was one of my first and dearest friends in life. I learned about it over facebook, which is a strange experience in and of itself. First I … More life and death
I’ve been urged twice in the past day to write about what I’ve been experiencing lately. Yet the question, do I really love writing as much as I think I do, has been placing itself in between me and verbalizing responses to this urging… For the moment my relationship with words is one of suspicious … More a meandering path of joy, followed with my life