November 6, 1967

Novem­ber 6, 1967 was to become an import­ant date in my life. Of course, I didn’t know it then, three years from being born.  On that day, some­where in Lakemba, in Sydney, Aus­tralia, I believe, a 25-year-old beauty named Helen Levine, smart...
Re-entry blues

Re-entry blues

The last couple of days have been crazy. Intense and sad and scary.We were exhausted when Doug’s lovely sister picked us up at the air­port: we hadn’t slept much in the last 48 hours. And we were begin­ning to show the signs of some food pois­on­ing or...

Date with my honey

For all the folks asking if things have changed since the ceremony: Doug and I went kite flying this even­ing in Moun­tain View as the sun set and then went to Zucca for scotch (15-year-old Dal­whin­nie, neat, him) and a cock­tail they call Oh, Beau­ti­ful...