A Portrait Not Taken

A Portrait Not Taken

Some portraits not taken haunt me. A train conductor wearing the magenta uniform of the DB (Deutsche Bahn) standing past a glass door to the side of the Berlin Central Station. Buttons undone, he’s staring between his shoes, moving grains of gravel mixed with...
Consent for Rewiring

Consent for Rewiring

Do you know why attention is the most precious of our resources? Because it shapes the way we experience reality. Our frustrations, hopes, fears, dreams, and desires all stem from noticing that which we can’t ignore.  There’s this exercise I call the...
Merry

Merry

Once every year, with the precision and predictability of a swiss timekeeper, yours truly turns his attention away from all the failings of the human condition and, instead, immerses himself in the pursuit of spreading joy. Unfortunately, no red coats, white furs, or...
On a Foggy Sunday Morning

On a Foggy Sunday Morning

There is a special kind of ringing in your ears when you have to get up early after a whole night of talking, laughing, and drinking. The occasion was worth celebrating—the 1st anniversary of E.’s stem cell transplant. Whatever scientific trick the magicians at...