The Truth at Thirteen
The notice came through in my Facebook notifications. “Dave Weisbord has tagged a photo of you.” It didn’t take long for the “likes” to begin, followed by the comments. You can travel the entire globe, …
Remembering the Summer of Love
Write about a place that is important to you. That was the writing prompt for last week's writing groups session. Is the past a place? How about my inner world? Are those settings? I spend an awful lot of time…
Cold War Summer
Cold War SummerLet’s drop a bomb.Why shouldn’t we drop a bomb?Now is the time for itWhile we are youngLet’s drop a bomb. Suzy Cohen’s mother’s voice boomed out at us through her kitchen window as we played in her rocky…
Fourth Street Positively –
By the summer of 1968, smoking marijuana with my friends had become a tired ritual. Each hot and empty night followed the previous one in an endless cycle of semi-suburban tedium. First, my fifteen year old girlfriends and I would…
Coming Apart – Coming Together
Recently, my therapist, the Jungian analyst Angelo Spoto, told me a story he had heard about James Hillman. At age sixty-five, Hillman had set off to visit his 85 year old father. At this time in Hillman’s life, he was…