I’ve been back home for just about as long as I was gone but time’s measure is distinct even though the length of it is close to the same.  Time’s texture and weight are different, its viscosity changes, especially the way it slides through my hands. Traveling has a way of bringing things into focus; mountains, rivers, stretches of sea all take on clarity. Skies extend past the horizon. Lines have curves. There are multiple paths in every direction. There is an invitation to

The day after the full blood super moon eclipse is a Monday. It is a cloudy somewhat dreary morning in early autumn. Everything looks dry even after the misty rain that obscured the sky for a long while last night. It cleared enough to watch the moon turn that reddish tone as it disappeared curve by curve into shadow. The way Time, that most illusive of dimensions that casts shadow on everything, elucidating some moments and erases others, changing shape and color, tone and l

On the way home from town yesterday in the surprising cool of a late August afternoon I noticed a tinge of yellow on the leaves. It seems an early fall is approaching. Late August used to be still summer, but now the kids have been back in school for weeks and I am throwing an extra blanket on the bed at night. My new year, both my birthday and Rosh Hashanah are only a few weeks away. August was a busy month full of work and family and my own writing objectives I hardly looke

My big brother has Alzheimers. I will go to visit him next week and be part of his Alzheimers Walk team. He is an honoree and has been very active with the Alzheimer Society ever since his diagnosis. I am very proud of him. He was diagnosed just a few years ago, before he was 70, before I was 60. The first time I saw him after the testing and the doctor’s appointments I asked him to tell me the difference between forgetting, those lapses of memory every one I know seems to de

For the last half hour I have been looking up the differences between memory and remembrance. I still cannot quite clearly articulate it. Memory it seems is a function, a system, the way in which we hold or recall knowledge and experience.  Remembrance seems to be intoned with emotion, how we recall something we experienced. It can also be an item we’ve saved to help us hold on to something. Even the sound of it seems tinged with melody, with sight and color, with scent. We t