Meet Lady Rose

Back in the fall, a friend invited me to hear Gustavo Dudamel speak about creativity at UCLA. Who would turn down such an invitation? Reader, I said yes. It was a lovely experience, and yet to be[…]

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No Todos Los Hombres

So I’m at the drugstore to pick up a couple of things, post-workday, post-workout, pre-shower, etc. As I’m crossing from one aisle into another, in my peripheral vision I see a man turn in my[…]

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87 Different Ways

The tears that build but never crest. The unbearable sweetness of a child’s bedtime prayer, repeated some 55 years after the fact. The sensation of being entirely without skin, crumpled, spat upon — and its[…]

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Apotheca

We heal one another. We do it invisibly, and often. And mostly without even knowing it. How many times has this happened, over the course of a life? How often have I healed something in[…]

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Which Plumage

Does the body remember the hows and the whys? The accidents and the mindful intrusions? The heart shape traced in bloody scratches from a pin, just below the crook of the elbow; the crunch and[…]

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The Smallest Gesture

Love, sometimes: like sending myself in the mail, naked and bulky. And when I arrive, if the reaction disappoints, no amending, no editing will fix me. I crumple and I burn with shame. Even if it[…]

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