Every Good Morning

Each morning I stand in good light and hold an Amsler Grid Vision Card about a foot from my eyes. I cover and close each eye in turn, and I focus on the center black dot with each eye in turn. Each morning I trust that all of the grid will remain clear outside the hard focal point of the dot. I am to call my doctor immediately if blind […]

I do not know where the thread is. No, that’s not it. I see the threads scattered across my imagination’s landscapes, but those threads are in motion, changing colors and lengths, skittering about. No, I don’t know which thread to choose. All are of equal importance. All are tied to pressing concerns, to matters of life and death, to the survival of democracy, to the survival of flora and fauna, […]

I needed the tags with our senior photos and names until I began to look into individual’s expressions, and then I saw the face beneath the face of what time had rendered. With most of us, that is all that was necessary for the old circles within circles of the tribe of 1970 to fracture, and for the warmth of individuals to emerge, a welcoming, a genuine happiness at speaking […]

I thought I would write about the possibility of third acts in American life, about how some people’s  prosperity and good fortune allow for a meaningful time after they finish a career, but the inexorable press of events made that essay subject absurd. Kabul will soon fall to a theocratic tyranny. The bodies of the murdered from the Ethiopian Civil War are washing up on the banks of the Tekeze […]