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I’ve begun to accept, in fits and starts, the impermanence of everything, and I have become calmer and happier. It’s the sugar pill hat comes in the second half of life, served up with a staggering variety of pains and losses. I’d like to think it is the inclination toward wisdom if not its acquisition.
I […]

We wake up,
look at each other and laugh.
Who put these amusing
costumes on us, these
white wigs,
this padding,
these crinkled masks.
There must be some way to
get them off.