I live in a world that grooves, gyrates, syncopates, and funks to the rhythm in my bones. A couple decades ago, during a time of ridiculous stress, I developed a heart arrhythmia that gave me a spot of bother. The heart specialist showed me the EKG readout, pointing out that one of my ventricles was […]
Some of us have reached the age where our heroes are disappearing off the face of the Earth. We have to figure out how to navigate a world without Tina Turner, Gordon Lightfoot, Cormac McCarthy, Harry Belafonte … so many are gone. It’s part of growing up, like being kicked out of yet another nest.
I am a night-lover, a moon-chaser, a star-gazer, an aurora-guzzler … Yep, I am one spacey cadet. And I do not get out under a naked sky on a lunedark night nearly often enough. Lunedark? Is that not a word? I beg to differ. My friend Sam Knutson recently recommended a book to me called
