37days began with a sense of urgency that centered around what I would do if I only had 37 days to live. The answer was that I would write frenetically, putting into syllables and symbols and sounds as much as I could out of my very heart and brain, to leave a record of who I really was behind for my daughters. It was a sense of urgency that drove me to it, the knowledge that when that countdown really does start, my friend, it will be too late. There may be no time for reflection then, but perhaps only time for regret at not reflecting earlier.
Those essays have emerged, only one a week, for the past year. I'd
like to regain the sense of urgency with which they began, the daily
breathless investigation that led me here. To do that, for at least the next
37days, I'm going to write an essay each day, shorter, different,
exploratory. Those works in progress will be posted here.