Maggie

I haven’t been writing much - not here, online. I’ve been taking information in - processing it, learning, integrating. I bought this journal… My fiftieth year was a ride. It was much like the time back in 2016 when Andrea and I went to the Blue Hill Fair in Maine. I had bought tickets for the rides and got on the Tilt-a-Whirl, where I got my gondola spinning faster and faster. There was nothing to do but surrender to the ride and its dizzying pace. At last, the ride slowed, then stopped, and...

Last Tuesday, I began my pilgrimage to Kripalu in western Massachusetts. I drove to DC and spent the night there to catch my non-stop...

This morning, a knock at the cottage door awoke us. Andrea is, and always has been, better at rousing from sleep so she sprung from bed,...