This absent photo is a photo of a photo of me. Photo. Believe it or believe it not. But this—this this—is not about me. Or, actually, meaning really, this is not wholly about me. I mean, I ...  [+]

The eulogy. A genre in itself. A lamentation, a recollection, a commemoration. And, in too-rare circumstances, such as this one, a relief, and I hope, a celebration. I suspect that most of us gathered ...  [+]