The Chicken & the Egg

You have a series of big and small existential crises when your mom dies, in very quick succession. I don’t know if this happens when your dad or sister or cousin or brother dies – those people are all still alive for me. I can only speak to when your mom dies. You may say,…

The Year of the Truth-Seeker

I keep going back to the same memory.  When I was five or six, I found a fawn in our backyard. It was just sitting there, quietly, watching me. As I moved closer, I was surprised to find it didn’t run away. I got so close I could place my hand on its head. As…