That Time When I Lost a Piece of Myself

In a recent email exchange with an old friend from grad school, 25-year-old Vanessa appeared, invited by his words. It was as if he added water to a freeze-dried me, and I reconstituted before my own eyes. There she was, that other, prior me. A young woman who had done one thing consistently since she… Continue reading That Time When I Lost a Piece of Myself

The Bed Lesson: Remember Who You Are

I have a new bed. Off to the bed store I went, driven by pain and blessed with an IRS check that had some flexibility within its digits. Going to Metro Mattress, New York State‚Äôs own bedding outlet, turned out to be an educational experience. (Most things in life are educational experiences of one kind… Continue reading The Bed Lesson: Remember Who You Are