Virtually Gina

On a frigid weekend in January, I spent much time indoors reading old journals. It was like reading letters from a a wise, funny, and admittedly moody friend. She doesn’t physically exist in the Here and Now, although she comes alive through the words and images captured on the journal pages from years past. We…

I biked to Lower Manhattan yesterday morning, on the 20-year anniversary of 9/11. Although the Memorial Fountain was closed off except for family members of the deceased, former Presidents, and the NYPD, still the surrounding vicinity was abuzz. International media outlets filmed news segments, their anchors speaking words of remembrance in various languages. Across the…