This is a story I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone, at least not in its entirety. It’s a very personal story, but not really mine. In 1988 I lived in an apartment in Central Phoenix. It was my first apartment ever. It was within walking distance of Park Central. One Sunday afternoon I...
Listening to Better Angels
When I was 24, I lived in a tiny town called Parker, Arizona, located on a reservation straddling the Arizona/California border. It was a short-term thing. A “zig” on the path of my life; a zig that was unexpected, but much needed. I had landed there because that’s where my college friend M was...