The people in these pages remind us that this moment in time is very much connected to what came before and what will follow.
I approach time cautiously now, its vast continuum billowing into space, uncertain as an opera with no clear ending.
For a year, I have contemplated and practiced living in the gap between urgency and timelessness, between the urges to
Walnut potica (pronounced “po-teet-zah”) is a Slovenian sweet dough pastry. Potica was and remains a celebratory treat served at Christmas,
Walking is my therapy. I walk alone with no music or cell phone. I follow the same path that links
