He was married. I slept with him for seven years. I am sorry for this, and I am grateful. Love is foolish. Nar, nar. But tell me honestly our entire being is not some exercise in the ludicrous and patently unsane. Then I will take rationality seriously. Until then I consider it as delicate as …
I walk among crows and I sleep with my dog. I will, if left to myself, do nothing but read books, one line at a time, sometimes the same line over and over again, all day long. Of course I do other things. I eat apples. I sit on the countertop to read the newspaper. …
I did not want to apologize to my father. I do not like my father. Still, I am vaguely aware that coming to terms with my relationship with him has something to do with sobriety. With happiness or forgiveness or god. But if I ever have to use a word like hate, my father is …
Nearly every wisdom tradition I have found has struggled to articulate why humans should suffer so, and laid out spiritual paths as ways to live sanely. What we want, all of us, is an end to suffering and a way to happiness. These are the same things. We know a kind of mortal wounding, a …
