Hi, I'm Steve
This is my newsletter on longing, purpose and finding your place in the world
Into Traffic
There is a street and on it the traffic is intense. Cars, Vespas, three-wheeled Apes zipping along, people passing on foot. Oblivious toward me, but not blind. They know I am there, they can see me through the window of the backseat of the car in which I am sitting
What Version of You are You?
Continuing the quest to better know, understand, love and appreciate our true selves
What Age Are You in Your Head?
Part One of “What Version of You are You” How old are you in your head? Quickly, without giving it much thought—there is no right answer here, after all (well maybe there is, but keep reading). I'm not asking how old you feel. But how old are
Belonging
A series exploring the decisions, changes, and principles we stuck to that made moving to Sicily possible.
Slow, Simple and Superb
I know I spend a lot of time on this newsletter (and in person) calling attention to the many screwed up schemes the principal architects of policy, those shapers of society, these Masters of Mankind, use to conspire, engineer and bully us into believing and accepting the crappy way in
Aspects of a Novel
Or, Why What Happens Next Some years ago, back when this was a diabetes blog, I mentioned a particular fondness for a quote by the British writer E.M. Forster. The quote— How Can I Tell What I Think Till I See What I Say—comes from his book on
Reunion
“You just set him up there? Like luggage?” The attendant working the counter stopped what she was doing and scowled at me. She didn’t appreciate having to repeat herself. There was a long line. People were waiting. I looked down at the large animal carrier, then over at the