My Dear Sis

My dear sis is growing stubble on her head, she says.   The chemo is over and her body is trying to rebound, sprout some new hair and return to vibrant health.  Chemo sounded miserable. After the first round she wasn’t sure she would be able to do the whole 3 month course.  Her liver…

The Air We Breathe

Sitting in traffic in the outskirts of London, looking at all the little homes bang up against the motorway, I thought ‘Wow, how can people live like that? It must be so toxic.’ Then it occurred to me, my building in Manhattan is barely 50 feet from the FDR Drive. Today I counted 16 lanes…