For most of my adult life, I would call my parents, but only once a week. Even into my retirement, I had to preserve my sense of independence. But their average age is now over ninety, so our daily phone calls reassure me they are stable and I energize them with my adventures.
The Lake Writers Third Annual Group Reading Held on November 11, 2016
“Ethan, it’s Delilah.”
“Hi Delilah. I’m almost there. Are you?” I ask as I walk briskly through the cold winter night. Continue reading Not What It Seems
“Aillen, how can any of your individuality re-incarnate? Your body structures and sustains memories, emotions and perceptions. When it dies, all is lost.”
Because I know Aillen so well, I sense his smiling beyond the speaker-phone, “Ethan, you know about quantum mechanics and quantum computers. Well, microtubules in your brain which have a known biological function, are also ideally suited to be carriers of quantum information.” Continue reading Remembering