Proximity is everything.
Some polite, if not exactly friendly, unsolicited advice . . .
Just a note to our current president, and to anybody else similarly inclined: saying “just kidding” is no excuse for being an asshole.
love . . .
We fall in love with who we are not, in order to become who we wish to be.
circus act . . .
Writing for me is like walking blindfolded along a high-wire. I can see vague shapes through the mask, but I never know whether my next step will carry me forward, or send me plummeting to what I imagine to be a flat and unforgiving ground.
inheritance . . .
There is Ireland, and there’s the Irish, and then there’s the dreams of their descendants, who know nothing of either, but have the money to pay for a taste of it.