Silent periods
I always remember going “Whoa! Wow!” the first time I read that there was more than one infinity. In fact,…
I always remember going “Whoa! Wow!” the first time I read that there was more than one infinity. In fact,…
As I sit and watch yet another beautiful sunset over west Philadelphia, I let my brain recover from finally finishing…
Finished cleaning out the apartment in Princeton today. Turned over the keys and the parking pass and headed south…
Last Sunday I went to a Bach Cantata Fest performed by the Dryden Ensemble at the Miller Chapel in Princeton…
It is said that when you only have a hammer, the world becomes a nail. Since my post on Sophie’s…
During the time when Laura was doing much better on Avastin, I landed in the middle of a media firestorm. The…
Anne Mei and I visited Laura’s brother Paul on this Memorial Day 2014. The two of us have become experienced travelers…
One last methodological note before proceeding to the pain of aphasia. Actually, this will be a correction to my failure in a previous…
After Anne Mei’s performance of the Allegro from Stamitz’s Viola Concerto in D the other day I texted my BFF, “AM rocked her recital.” …
“Dying is agony because in dying a being does not come to an end while coming to an end.” If…