At the time of my brother’s first psychotic break, I knew nothing about ferns but that I had one and it was dying. I watched its seashell leaves wilt and drain. First they were jade, then chartreuse, then cream and sienna, like a stained...
My sense of gratitude seems to have grown with time. I feel grateful about as often as I need to pee, which these days is a matter of minutes more than hours.
the ogre of gratitude dangling like a chandelier from the rearview mirror asks if you know how lucky you are, if you’ve meditated on that yet, if your heart
