I am sitting in my home, listening to Rickie Lee Jones’ magical and haunting piece called Traces of the Western Slopes from what is arguably her greatest album, Pirates. Take me now From the… Continue reading →
It’s a chilly night and I am sitting next to my son in a large room in a Unitarian church. Noa is displaying his traditional signs of minor anxiety: rapid scanning of his… Continue reading →
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