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A Musing On Truth and Lies

Can you remember the first lie you ever told? I can't. What I do remember is the flush accompanying the misrepresentation, the internal conflict when the admonitions of parents and priests collided with the need to shift blame, to deny guilt. Even the slightest misdirection resulted in an agony of self-reproach. I was never a good liar. I do not have a poker face. So, in the frenzy of outright lies and daily distortions that have accompanied our current crises -- coronavirus, anti-violence protests, Black [...]

By |2020-06-30T15:39:59+00:00June 30th, 2020|Essays|0 Comments

Celebrating the Two-Headed Beast: A Toast to Time

New Year's Eve...one foot in the past, one in the future. We watch a ball drop, twine arms and sip champagne and the months of the old year wind out behind us like a scroll. January...weather alerts and bowl games. February...does he/she love me, does he  not? March...the winds blow, carrying the faint aroma of rebirth before the cold clamps down again. April, T.S. Eliot's cruelest month...but you get the picture. Twelve months gone. Our past is written, at times in lyric poetry, often in [...]

By |2015-12-30T15:35:39+00:00December 30th, 2015|Essays, motivational|0 Comments

Of Carnage and Compassion and Common Sense

Tis the holiday season. Amid all the preparations, we reel from the ongoing attacks by people intent upon forcing their way of worship onto the greater mass of humanity. The awful events from around the globe - Beirut, Paris, Afghanistan, California - regale us with images that haunt our dreams and create fear in our hearts. Reacting to that fear, some among us advocate for policies that will throw us back into history, force us to retreat from our empathy and understanding into bigotry and [...]

By |2019-12-31T01:45:22+00:00December 10th, 2015|Essays|0 Comments

A Hole in My Head, Part 2: Of Risks and Rewards

Sometimes I think I already have a hole in my head. That's old-fashioned slang that refers to something that nobody needs or wants...and some days, when I must sit down and write my stories, I think I have  a hole in my head. After all, who cares? Who cares that I closet myself with my books and my computer and the hours fly by while I'm polishing paragraphs or etching essays or streamlining stories. If I journey into memoir, I risk exposing the tender flesh [...]

By |2019-12-31T01:46:42+00:00June 4th, 2015|Essays|0 Comments

A Hole in My Head: Musing about Brain Surgery

Two and a half months from today, I will allow Dr. Raymond Sekula, world-renowned neurosurgeon, to make an incision behind my left ear, drill out a quarter-size piece of my skull, open the lining of my brain and insert a microscopic teflon sponge between a blood vessel and the nerve it impinges. Then he'll glue, paste and tape me up. All this to cure my rather rare hemifacial spasms and release me from the trimonthly injections of botox around my eye used to control the spasms [...]

By |2019-12-31T01:47:03+00:00May 21st, 2015|Essays|1 Comment