This is the story of a solo journey in an untethered era…
I have long kept a secret that most who know me would find surprising.
My trip to the Vineyard, just one chapter in my futile quest for Lindsay Parker, was off to a farcical start.
When I ask friends what they’re up to these days a startling number of them tell me they’re “transitioning”– or thinking and worrying about it.
Last month I had to give the eulogy for my father, who passed away shortly before turning 90.
Survivors of the Dobbs Ferry High School class of 1970–including me–felt a tug to come together in this oddest of years at our 47th reunion.