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What a high school reunion taught me about time, memory, and the people we used to know. Perspective is interesting. Have you ever seen those movie scenes where the main character is standing still and everything else is speedily moving around them? Or similarly, when everything else is standing still and the main character is zooming around everyone else? I thought about that device recently as I attended a casual 45th high school reunion. In looking around the room, I found myself generally making one of two observations about the people I saw. First, that this person seems essentially unchanged—other
A longtime concertgoer wonders whether the stage is always the right place for the conversation. Artists are, by nature, creative people. They process the world through their art. Whether they paint, write, photograph, compose, or perform, they use creativity to make sense of the human experience. Like everyone else, artists are affected by world events. They have opinions, convictions, fears, hopes, and beliefs. They have every right to express them. This isn’t an argument about free speech. It’s a question about venue. Over the past several years, I have noticed a growing trend of performers using concert stages to share
On identity, aging, authenticity, and letting go of roles that no longer fit. It occurred to me recently that many of us spend a good part of our lives trying on different versions of ourselves. When we’re young, we don’t really know who we are yet. We only know what fascinates us, what impresses us, what the world rewards, and what kind of people we think we’re supposed to become. So, we “try on” different lives. As a kid, I wanted to be a marine biologist because I was obsessed with Jacques Cousteau. At that age, our dreams are often

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  1. Paula–A good read on change, I think. My 60th is coming in October, and the temptation to go was fleeting; I remember the odd feelings similar to yours that the 25th evoked. I assume that people who have remained close all their lives don’t feel this sense of dislocation.

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