The other day, while I was bemoaning the damage the sun has done to my skin, my son said something to me. It got me thinking and I decided to reflect on getting older. I wrote this letter to him and perhaps myself. Jason, You said yesterday, “Well, at least…

I was in college or had recently quit after my mother died. I was working all the time but had no money as I paid for life and for what college I had attended. I am not sure I was the type of person you wanted your daughter to date. …

Androgynous This story is my stone. I throw it with malice and intent. Once thrown this stone will follow its path; the path will be an arc. I don’t know if or when it will hit its intended target; you the reader must decide for yourself. The path starts here: …

I awoke. When I opened my eyes I was six, maybe seven. I became aware that I was living a Life, and that this Life was a thing unto itself. Before this awakening I had simply been experiencing a series of moment-to-moment events. …

“Sometimes you’re shooting broken arrows in the dark . . .” Avicii, “Stories” Album 2015 After Curt remembered the song lyrics his next thought was; well it’s not quite as bad as shooting arrows in the dark, but the situation is getting tenuous. He waited quietly, not moving and almost…

Brilliancy “. . . a game that contains a spectacular, deep and beautiful strategic idea.” Wikipedia’s Glossary of Chess Throughout human history the arc of progress has been continuous, but it has not been smooth. There have been times when a single human act suddenly opens our eyes to what…