It’s like running into an old lover 20, 30, 40 years down the road. Not the same person at all. Changed a whole lot. Yet . . . somehow, whe

These days. I am thinking of bridges. The seeming majestic miracle of a bridge that carries us across waters or across years and years...

These days. Memory seems to be my closest friend. A constant shadow and companion. Like I am some time traveler from the past cast on the...