Author Archives: Carol-Ann Farkas

I have allowed myself to live this little life, when inside me there is so much more. And it’s all gone unused, and now never will be. Why do we get all this life if we don’t ever use it? … Continue reading →

At the end of every month, Google helpfully sends me a summary of its surveillance of me and my movements, in the form of its timeline. Usually, this update elicits a mix of self-satisfaction and concern: “Hey look at how … Continue reading →

Those of us inhabiting the oddly purgatorial condition of the home quarantine, with its unlooked-for mix of relative comfort and existential dread, find that our response falls into one of two categories.  On the one hand, there are those who … Continue reading →

(This is the longer version of a post for Medicina Narrativa) So we’re four weeks into the quarantine, and learning how to re-align our awareness, our perceptions of what it means to get through a day. We’ve all become anthropologists … Continue reading →

…Because just what is happening to us right now? In so many ways, it’s not possible to make sense of it because we don’t really know what it is. We can all put the situation into words: “a public health crisis on a global scale, demanding … Continue reading →

I feel rather as though I ended a long-term relationship, but then had to spend the last month living in a shared apartment: I hated to bring to an end something that I loved, but having taken that fateful step, … Continue reading →

For Kimberly. I needed a poem about loss.  Or rather, I needed a poem about death—your death, the loss of you, my loss.  And while I know that death and loss must be right up there with love as a … Continue reading →

I’m giving my notice today: if Equinox doesn’t #committosomething and end its ties with Stephen Ross, and by extension the Trump government, my 12 years as an Equinox member will come to an end. Here’s why: The real shock of … Continue reading →

One of the pleasures of a certain kind of Boston life, is to spend an afternoon reading and writing in the Public Library. The BPL, like all libraries, is an amazing phenomenon, a space dedicated to learning, to the sharing … Continue reading →

“Do nothing, and everything gets done” (Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh) I just spent the last two months unplugged. That is, for the last several weeks, I’ve been on a social media diet, on a retreat from all forms … Continue reading →