A real kaddish in two-part harmony, at last. With Kjersti scratching the Afghani kelim underfoot. A kaddish for Milton G. Nobler—painter, chemist, Renaissance man, and very flawed human being — just like the rest of us.
People say you need closure. But does that mean that there are no more stories to be told? I woke up this morning with two imperatives: 1) a sense of real or imminent closure, and 2) the need to tell this tale. It’s a tale biofather told me, and I’m pretty sure he never told […]
“What you really want is closure,” he said. I had called him knowing I was in peril. I asked him what he thought I should feel. He’s pretty good at feeling stuff. But I’m not so sure he’s right. I’m not sure closure is attainable in cases like this. Just as I’m not sure there could […]