Lady Pestilence knows how to party. She carassed my arms, and I felt aches radiate from my wrists, elbows and shoulders. I felt sure a change in weather would come, but that’s not what she had in mind. She grasped my hand, raised it over my head. Ever the obedient subject, I twirled for her.…

Mira’s legacy is ready. Jack’s Auto is only a 15 minute walk up Palmer Avenue. It’s cold, but not freezing. I put on my black suade, new wool hat, and gloves. Step after step up the sidewalk, the cold finding gaps through which to seep. Thic h Nhat Hanh’s “The Miracle of Mindfulness” plays through…

Breathing in. The satisfaction of a fine meal. The fullness of shared meditation in a trolly-car-turnaround-station-turned-zendo. The intimacy of an early turning in. Breathing out. The slow pace of students with learning disabilities, working to complete a final project with all of the supports I designed—and time running out. A misplaced work macbook, with no leads.…