Memories of My Monkey Life

Memories of My Monkey Life

“It’s because you were born in the Year of the Monkey,” my mother liked to tell me. That was how she made sense of my penchant for climbing. My desire to climb anything and everything all came down to the whim of the zodiac. As a child, I had no fear of heights. If...
Free Falling Through Dreams

Free Falling Through Dreams

Dreams fascinate me. They roil up of their own accord from somewhere deep in the twisty turns of our minds and pull us down unexpected paths. We can’t control them. We can’t make them come to us or even stay. And usually we can’t understand them. When we try to tell...
Celebrating a Century Home

Celebrating a Century Home

Dreams come in all varieties. Some bring us comfort; others terrify us. Many slip away the minute we awaken and leave no trace. Occasionally, we have the same dream again and again. My friend, Nancy, has very vivid dreams. She recounts them to me when we run together...
A City that Starts With C.

A City that Starts With C.

Is there a city in New York State that starts with “C”? Not a small place like Carlton or Clyde, but a big city, a city the size of Buffalo or Albany? The other night, I was on my way there. Only, for the life of me, I could not remember what the name of the city was....
Jet Lag and Time Travel

Jet Lag and Time Travel

One of the worst aspects of international travel is jet lag and where it leads—the upending of schedules, the loss of moorings, the sense of walking under water. Some people are able to transition seamlessly from one time zone to another. I get discombobulated just...