I sometimes yearn nostalgically for that old fire in her eyes. More twists and turns await my wife and me on this strange voyage to the very ends of sanity and the edges of madness. I know—but hope she does not know—that, as in many adventures, there lurk many more monsters to slay and unspeakable horrors to endure…
Reading the Tea Leaves
Decades of conditioning are hard to change: My muscles tensed, and I gave a short sigh of exasperation. Those words always have had that effect on me; I had heard them so many times before. Hundreds, probably thousands, of times before: “Adam, can I see you for a moment, please?” They once filled me with dread. Dread, and irritation, and sometimes fury. They were too often the prelude to a fierce fight; the first salvo in a seemingly never-ending battle that could rival, in both brutality and desperation, the siege of Stalingrad. Continue reading →