Look, we’re obviously so busy and laser-focused on work and stuff. So busy we had to pose for a timed selfie, of course. How did I get here? I don’t mean here-here…

    Friday marked the third anniversary of my sister Joscelyne’s death.   Around 8AM, I pulled the black and white photo of her, ensconced in a shiny, mirrored frame, off the…

  Z and one of the butterflies.   Before seven this morning, I sat down on my couch, flipped open my laptop and read.    I heard the tiny fluttering wings of…