I remain your father Rui, and in love with you.There are lots of political and legal subjects to study. I’m always at work on it.I have an intellectual understanding of it by now. A systemic reduction of people to mathemes.But I will never quite fully grasp the cruelty of the one who did this to … More Cold, Cold Water

In Jacqueline Rose’s Mothers, she writes a lament, a critical inquiry, and a protest on behalf of mothers, and by extension (for me), all parents and children. We seek to protect our loved and vulnerable ones. So first she borrows an epigraph from Shakespeare’s The Winter Tale :   Hermoine: You gods, look down,And from … More Epigraphs

Tonight we have to mourn the passing of Greg Eaves, Rui’s uncle, my sister Karen’s beloved spouse.  Our brother. Like my sister / his wife Karen, Greg studied and practiced psychotherapy. Like her,  he aimed to be a healer of the most intangible forms of pain: the psychic ones. Speaking as father of my only … More Our Brother

Disillusionment, sour and abrasive in the nervous system, sings heart-stopping laments when it seeps past the veil. To whom is it blameful to seek to evade the laceration of grief? A fall into a bramble of thorns is not cool rippling breeze. Your obstacles broke our shins and hobbled our walks. Looking around us now, … More What a dream I had!