My son Nicholas is autistic, and he has echolalia. But what he says in repeated speech can carry as much meaning—and sometimes even more feeling—as the “right” words.
I came upon a box of a few dozen random—utterly random—photographs yesterday: family photos in NYC from a half-century before … More
Sometime after her sister, my mother, died and before her Alzheimer’s developed to the point she didn’t recognize or know … More
I’ve been thinking a lot about joy lately, and especially about how the same experience or circumstance or day or … More
I am 47 years old. I turn 48 late this month. I haven’t been someone who has ever given too … More
Do we love? Do we love another person less because he or she happened to be born in another country … More
Ray: What would you most like the enduring legacy of your sound-healing music and work to be? Jonathan: Love. If … More