Magda Lives in Water and Wind
Mary Magdalene came to me during a pedicure.
I’ve been remembering that moment today as I sit on my sofa, incapacitated by surgery for two severed tendons in my left foot. Trying not to feel sorry for myself for the fact that, a week ago, a butcher knife I had just sharpened got caught on my apron loop and fell, blade down, on top of my foot. I am staring at my bandaged appendage, elevated on three sofa pillows, and I think my toenails could really use some help.
How Jeff Bezos Dodged a Bullet, or Why Magda Loves the Bozos
Let me begin by saying this: I am an enormous fan of Jeff Bezos, the person I knew when I was 17. I believe that person still exists, though I haven’t gotten together with Jeff often enough over the past 40+ years to know for sure, and God knows, it’s impossible to find the “authentic” version of anyone in news articles or social media.
Quick summary of our relationship: Jeff Bezos and I dated from 1981 to 1984, from my senior year in high school to the summer before my senior year in college.