Travelling Through Time

Seeing birth and death so vividly portrayed and distilled into visceral narrative essences while I am still struggling with understanding the recent passing of my father and the imminent arrival of my first-born child left me feeling hopeless and lost in spite of my usual stoic resolution with the universe.

Death of a Dad

This past Tuesday (August 18), my father passed away suddenly at the age of 58. The call came at six in the morning. Those calls are never good, I imagine. But it didn’t cross my mind. J and I were on the road before eight, kenneling our puggle for the night and packing for a […]