There is so much limbo represented in the five pictures of the bardo I was in for the last two days at Sky Meadow. The mournful empty swing; the hopeful tree with a surprised face. The meditative Buddha by the pond; an alpaca actively chewing alfalfa. A suspension bridge—in a constant state of flux all…
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The Ghosts of Baguio & Beau
Excerpted from “Brain in a Jar” about my trip to the Philippines 23 years ago. “Welcome home!” says the Filipino immigration agent when he notices the place of birth in my passport. After a year of saving every penny in frozen Korea, I arrive in steamy Manila in the spring of 1989. I’ll learn something…
Heart Breaking and Bank Robbing
Dear Readers, Beau died two weeks ago today. I woke up at 6:30 a.m, which was his time of death. Since then, I really haven’t been able to get out of bed. Movement seems as difficult as the Times crossword puzzle. I’m glad I have a cozy bed with beautiful memories of Asia all around…
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