At one time or another, every human being questions his or her existence. Are humans on earth to build parking garages and put on circuses? From the moment we are born, we are sentenced to a life of frustration, confined to fleshy shells and forced to try to find meaning and purpose in this world. I...
If you see the Empire State Building at night, it looks like a flashy light-up toy that you might buy at the circus. It wears a different tricolor vest to match every holiday. But during the day, the skyscraper is as plain and gray as any other structure in the city. It’s still a majestic, iconic ...
At the delicate age of four, I discovered that death was permanent. Thanks to the song “Puff the Magic Dragon,” I learned that “a dragon lives forever, but not so little boys.” At the time, I didn't realize that the little boy in the song didn't die – he simply grew up. I was deeply ...
From a young age, I was a storyteller. My parents read picture books to me and my sister every night with a bowl of fruit. I began to create my own stories. I developed people and worlds that could function any way I wanted them to, outside of the confines of reality. Starfish, jellyfish and sofas c...
One afternoon this summer, I dragged myself out of the house to ride my bike along the Hudson River. It was hot and humid – not the moist, soothing humidity that softly caresses you in a tropical rainforest, but the heavy, burning-your-skin humidity that sits on top of you without asking and swirl...
When I was little, it perplexed me, even frightened me, that I could never see my own face. I thought, What if mirrors and photographs are only illusions? Though I have learned to trust the generally accepted laws of science, there has always been that inkling in the back of my mind that I may never...
Said the world to the jellyfish,
“It’s time for you to go,”
And the skies opened up and the wind did blow.
“But I wish to stay,” the jellyfish cried.
He clung tight to each strand of seaweed he spied.
“You’ve had enough fun,” the world warned carefully.
“But I’ll die in th...
If the five senses were
to partner up in twos
i’m sure
we’d have to make
a sixth one so
touch wouldn’t be alone.
The final sense?
thought
the one I use more oft than not
and yet
maybe too much
but how when it must pair with touch?
It cannot be off turned
even dreaming,
I ...
Watership Down, by Richard Adams, is a book unlike any other I've read before, detailing the adventures of a valiant group of wild rabbits on their tumultuous journey to find a new home. When my friend saw me reading this book with the dramatic illustration of a rabbit on the cover, she laughed a...