Life in the Slow Lane
Judah Leblang is a writer, teacher, and storyteller in Boston. Read more at judahleblang.com
It's a drumbeat, a thrum, an electric current running through my mind and body on a daily basis. "It" is the news — an endless stream on phone (I'm addicted), TV, National Public Radio.
For the past ten years, ever since I was diagnosed with sleep apnea in my late fifties, I've been on a quest to get a decent night's sleep.
"There are no good options here," the surgeon said, confirming what I had just figured out, the realization snaking its way into my mind and body.
I've never been one for sitting still...
I live in a communal house in downtown Boston, on the city's historic Beacon Hill.
I was lying on a gurney at Massachusetts General Hospital, my stomach gurgling and growling after two days with virtually no food...
Over Memorial Day weekend, I found myself sitting in the Great Room in the lodge at Easton Mountain, a retreat center for gay men in the wilds of Upstate New York.