Tag Archives: Aikido

on suicide

Just when I was feeling all kadished-out.  Just when I thought I couldn’t write another thing about death, death and dying, loss, grief, the ones I love, terrible events …  Just when I thought that the kaddish project — our … Continue reading

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voices in the volvo

There’s something I really don’t like about finishing things.  Good at starting.  Good at ongoing.  Good at thinking about.  Finishing:  very depressing. So.  I had just finished organizing the entire program for a SWAA conference one year, along with two … Continue reading

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techno-bling and the demise of the Qigong master

Sylvester teaches Aikido to 80 year old ladies. And Qigong. And breath work. And energy work, of course. Whole food nutrition. Color and aroma therapy. African-American pragmatism. If it’s a healing art — he can convey it. And the ladies … Continue reading

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a kaddish for terry dobson

There’s no reason for me to remember. There’s no reason to forget. I knew the man for 15 minutes. The last 15 minutes, it turned out. Riki, his partner, told me at SF General Hospital that night, that in those … Continue reading

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