Each morning I get up, I have coffee, I scan the LA Times for news that often aggravates my nervous system and then I go to the computer. Writing is my meditation. I don’t sit with my legs crossed, my spine erect, my eyes closed, my thumb andfirst finger touching and...
During the pandemic, when I was doing some introspection, I began investigating my past to figure out how I had become who I am today. Who was this person sitting at the computer? How had I gotten here? What came next? I wandered around my house, picking up familiar...
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