A brilliant essay on the life and times of my good friend, Rick London.
Sometimes people ask me where I live and I tell them I live “in the now”. Of course that is not totally true because when things get rough, even given years of excellent therapy, I find myself living in the “then”. Generally cold weather and overcast skies will send me scurrying to the “then”; not unlike snowbirds from Canada settling in southern Florida for the winter, yearning for the “good old days”.
But given my life, and all its ups and downs as a writer, I can honestly say most of my time is spent living in the now. And it’s not because I am better than anyone else, or even understand the way the world works better than anyone else. I don’t. I just happen to like who I am. I like that I know how to stand up for whom I am (healthy boundaries). I don’t…
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