I began musing here about growing older with an untested sense of optimism. I have a fresh appreciation for how hard that is.

If we thought the covid-black lives-election trifecta couldn’t get more surreal, we weren’t listening to the climate science warnings

Why do we have this great thirst to live, anyway? Buddhism says, the cause of death is birth.

After the second month of chemo, I’m aware of the tired toll; but I circle back to how fortunate I've been.

Turning my thoughts toward dying is new. If I have a choice, how do I want that to go?

I’m having one more new experience: baldness.

Cancer is war, ‘months of boredom punctuated by moments of terror.’

On halloween, I met for the first time with my oncologist.