Yesterday a friend shot up in my bathroom. For the past year he’s been prostituting himself for crack, has lived on Skid Row, and has been hospitalized for a brain hemorrhage caused by a cocaine-induced seizure. After the seizure, he awoke in the ICU. He noticed his backpack had been left by his bed. The backpack had heroin in it, and he pulled it ( Read more... )

Some days are full of ecstasy, inexplicable and physical. There is a tingling sensation in the brain, the eyes open, and a giddy tension collects in the shoulders. Daily life takes on a healthy sheen and glow: mornings are crisper, sunsets are pinker, the sky’s horizon is magnificent. It stretches for you, for lovers, and friends. Bright signs ( Read more... )

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In August we visited the Pakistan border, where, at sundown, every sundown, hundreds of Indians and Pakistanis file enthusiastically into outdoor amphitheatres looking into their neighboring country. Tourists sit at the border to witness different customs ( Read more... )

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Earlier this week a friend was leaving to London, and we took her to the airport to say goodbye. She walked through the entrance holding her luggage; we turned and headed for the auto, toward the driver waiting for us in the parking lot. I was feeling sad and a little affected, and, looking across an expanse of cracked cement, I saw two girls ( Read more... )

A peculiar thing happened when I came home to Venice last week that everything was resolved within me, and I was no longer suffering. In England I had been breaking down in private off and on, getting by through excercize and stabilizers. I was still thinking about my brother. I had been away from my boyfriend for months, I was seeing someone else ( Read more... )

I haven't written here in a while, I haven't been enthusiastic about it, and haven't had much time. But I'd like to write today in a public place, even though it's self-indulgent, and very few people will read this ( Read more... )

I've been fortunate this summer, and now work as a story editor for a political film called 'Hunting Al-Qaeda.' Underneath the pride of my work I have an eerie feeling that something isn't quite right. Everything that rises must fall (but is that true?), and I know I am about to face a dilemma ( Read more... )

Last week something happened that has permanently changed my actions and perceptions. Wednesday I met a healer in the Nevada desert, and our connection was so strong, on a non-sexual basis, that we fell into each other's thoughts and lives. We didn't connect initially, but we were in a close community with nowhere to go, and it happened one night ( Read more... )