Swoop
If there’s one place on earth where joy eclipses toil and grief, it’s music.
Why do music?
My sister Mariah’s got a phenomenal cache of recipes. A large bunch of fresh dill from a Chicago farmer’s market needed one.
Next to godliness
I like cleanliness.
When our boys were young, their two little hot wheel runaround pals named Ian and Evan moved away.
A few months later, we visited their upstairs apartment in a large brick house painted gray. Wading through the rooms knee deep in randomness, I wondered if I dare leave my boys to play and possibly be swallowed whole by swamps of stuff.
As I recall, I made a flimsy excuse and darted for the door, my sons in tow.
All the world is somewhere else
'All the world is somewhere else... I am the mask. I am the bird. I am the animal. I am the spirit... I transcend with the being of the mask.'
Chief Robert Joseph, Kwakwaki'wakw (Kwakiutl), recalling his youthful experience as a ceremonial dancer, 1998