Suddenly, I feel encircled by kind introverts in white smocks. They deliver good news, but I find myself enveloped in a peculiar angst, only relieved upon re-reading the story of a storm and a sleeping Messiah. Strange: prospects of healing spawn listlessness. Such are the irrational vicissitudes of the life dominated by mouth cancer, which […]
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April 30, 2016
Who would-a thunk it? A potentially fatal illness has spurred me back to life. I’m more like wax and less like clay — a fact I pondered as I arrived home after my third and final 5-day in-hospital chemotherapy stint for mouth cancer on April 3rd, cue-ball bald and talking like Daffy Duck with a Swiss-German […]
February 23, 2015
Perhaps I’m experiencing a forgotten brand of gratification drawn from the test, or the trial, or the challenge. Human history testifies to a spark that rattles us out of mere comfort and propels us into arctic adventures.
October 31, 2010
My longest childhood journey threaded me between iceberg tips and hurricane eyes and volcanoes holding their breath. I was there, at a pivotal scene in a pivotal year. The ship was crashing; the wind was howling; the mountains trembled; the fire roared. And I saw none it. I may have smelled the burning embers – and maybe that’s what compelled me to walk and walk – but I didn’t see the flames. I was too focused on Sweet Tarts, candy apples, and chocolate-covered caramel wrapped in wax paper.
August 9, 2010
It was a scene of devastation, a veritable slaughterhouse. You could almost hear the silent screams of brain cells as they met their doom.
February 3, 2010
There are moments when you know you’ve nailed it. Pick your sport’s analogy: You’ve swished the series-winning three-pointer; you’ve wedged yourself through defensive-line gorillas and crossed the goal. You’ve hit the game-winning grand slam. Spike that ball. Dance the end-zone dance. Slap those high-fives as you cross the plate. Leap. Pump your fist. No one […]