Michael WhartonIt’s been five years since I wrote this, since my mother silently flew away.Loss, I am finding, is analog. It travels in waves, its amplitude governed by mysterious forces, physical laws observed and unchallenged…Jul 17, 2021Jul 17, 2021
Michael WhartonTen years ago this week we lost my Uncle Tom Mason.I remember her telling me how she, with young children to feed, taking in laundry and ironing (a duty which remained a seemingly religious…Jul 17, 2021Jul 17, 2021
Michael WhartonPeople more eloquent, impassioned and present during the crisis of HIV and AIDS in the 80’s have…But what I will say is that this experience has brought back the dread of those days for me. The feeling of powerless anticipation when you…Mar 15, 2020Mar 15, 2020
Michael WhartonThis is a stylistically-challenging cover of one of my favorite songs, and some days, when the…In our age of technocracy and digital opiates, where the world chases momentary oblivion in the vacant company of glowing screens, what is…Mar 11, 2020Mar 11, 2020
Michael WhartonNot choosing is a choice.Today it was snowing. And windy. And wet. And I did not want to walk. You see several months ago I decided to make a change in my life, to…Nov 27, 2018Nov 27, 2018