A palimpsest of many relationships, mostly other people’s.
songs
The older I get, the more it all seems like a collection of strobe-lit moments. Do you know what I mean?
A tribute to my annual campout.
On that particular evening, I realized it was time for my heart to break. Again.
A meditation on the passage of a lifetime, witnessing each other, and hearing our own internal witness.
For Tom and Leela. Their loss was way bigger than mine that day.
I improvised this while playing guitar for my daughter as she took her bath.
Names, places (Fall Creek, Ithaca, New York in particular), and the flow of this whole story.
Sometimes it’s more important that we talk than what we say.
