Thursday, February 28, 2008
About Me
I work as a copy editor on the news desk of a big daily newspaper. That means I correct other people's grammar and spelling, and write headlines for their articles. I love to write, I love to read. My photography fills the gaps when words fail (as they often do). I've lived in England and Japan, and consider myself more of a wanderer than someone with roots, even if I don't get to travel as much as I would like. My primary interest is Japan -- its religions, history and culture. In 2002, I was diagnosed with an extremely rare cancer, and my perspective on everything was changed permanently. My blog provides the details but tries not to dwell upon them. (If you would like to purchase gallery-quality prints of some of my photographs, please click the "View my complete profile" link below and then click on the blue e-mail link that will appear to your left.)
Previous Posts
- daiku
- Thinking about my brother
- Beyond words
- Thank You
- March 23, 1962-January 15, 2008
- Daiku
- Fatigue
- Progress
- The Raj
- Untitled

8 Comments:
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Emiko
I know he is still with us in spirit.
My brother John died from cancer when I was 15. He was 21 and we were best friends. At age 54 I still cling to his memory and think of him always. You too will live the remainder of your life with your brother Michael by your side... gently, caring, smiling, and free of pain... by your side. Thank you so much for continuing this blog as it is not yet time to close the door on the life of Michael. I admire you for the love you have for your brother.
Cheers from Canada, Michael
oh! I was just told that Michael passed away....my heart goes out to his family. I have spent a nice moment looking over his photos, finding myself and many east vilalge friends among the beautiful images. I only knew Michael a short while, but I will miss his visits. It seems like he had a lot of peace though, so it is easy to imagine that he is on a great journey now. I wish him the best!
Kat
Those are stirring words and they remind me of the beauty of language and the fragility of life. So powerful.
I spoke with Sensei Rohrman last night and learned of Michael's passing. We trained together at the dojo every Friday afternoon. I am deeply saddened by the news, and my thoughts and prayers are with Michael and his family. Michael was a kind and deeply thoughtful person. He taught me a lot. Chuck
Michael's time in Philadelphia was well spent. We were friends while he was here. We wrote letters while he was in Japan. Then he moved and we lost touch. I'm glad to know he had good friends at the end.
Bob
Good words for a Monday morning. I am reminded that the heart is always capable of renewing itself again and again, back to its undefiled state.
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