I tried a new bike path a couple of Saturdays ago, South to Glen Canyon, to Portola Drive, and then Vicente Street straight to the ocean. Great Highway up to Land’s End, 48th, to Anza, to 43rd, to the Park, and then the usual.
As I set off, Continue reading “Flying into a Headwind, Being Change, a Saturday”
This year, most of my birthday wishes came from the people, near and far, who asked/remembered when it was. That was quietly pleasant. I also had three celebrations, each in a party of two people, including myself. Two people is one of my favorite party sizes right now, three is the other one!
Sixteen years ago, in Prague, Continue reading “The Birthday”
Last night, on my way to a milonga, I received a message from Kathy:
“I don’t know if you saw the post by <so and so> that Nola passed away this morning. We don’t know details but I know you were good friends and you were her mentor.”
I didn’t know that. I knew that Nola was retired, so she must have been older than she appeared and lived, but no, I didn’t see that, didn’t see that coming. She was 67.
Years ago Nola worked as a math teacher somewhere on the East Coast. Continue reading “Nola”
It all began when Bill went to Iraq. Bill was tall, young, smart, handsome, recently single, and down-to-earth – for a software engineer anyway. I don’t recall Bill ever going to those video game parties the other guys were so fond of.
At Karen’s ballroom dance class in College Park, a girl introduced herself to Bill: “My name is Honey. As something sweet.” Bill responded: Continue reading “The Beginning of Tango”
Last night, over the course of two hours, I faced three beautiful people in various stages of loss to me (newly declared and imminent, known for a while and imminent, complete), of various degrees of past closeness (a teacher, a tango friend, a lover). Continue reading “Three Losses and Dreams”
Love letters understated 