I hadn’t seen my friend Rick Day in about 10 years. It was, I think, the summer after I finished cancer treatment. We met at…
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I’ve written before of my abiding love for The Road, the late Cormac McCarthy’s spare novel about a man’s journey to get his young son…
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Bodies of water, whether lakes, rivers, creeks, streams or oceans, never fail to draw my attention. The lovely Sarah and I were richly blessed to…
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I stole a bunch of apples this weekend. Not literally. For the second post in a row, a lyric from my new favorite musical, Kimberly…
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Picture it. New York City. Saturday, June 10, 2023. I’m standing orchestra right in the Vivian Beaumont Theater at Lincoln Center in New York City.…
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One of the busiest seasons of the year, and maybe of my recent adult life is about to get underway. I’m presenting at an event…
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It’s been a month since my oncologist released me from his care after 10 years of being a cancer survivor under surveillance. It was and…
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Dear Mr. President, I expect you get thousands of letters each week so I hope this one makes it to your desk. I got the…
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My oncologist gave me the best gift I could have asked for this Christmas. He released me from his care. At almost 11 years since…
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Christmas looks different this year. Blinking lights on IV poles not twinkling tree lights. The mechanized roar of blood pressure cuffs and sequential compression cuffs…