Recalling a dark time on a bright desert highway one year ago.

photo by Greg Eans

I can't go to bed tonight without reflecting on the still-jarring fact that, one year ago today, I could have died. I was on the way to Burning Man, with my brother, Chris, our friend, Farhad, and Chris's two dogs, Homer and Max, and we had the worst road accident that I hope I'm ever involved in. I won't rehash it, but you can read about it in my blog archive, here, if you want. It was one of the hardest times of my life, and I'm not sure I'll ever completely make peace with it.

So many people supported us during that terrible time, but I have to particularly express my deep and profound gratitude to Ace Weekly's Rhonda Reeves, my dear friend Kakie Urch, our new friends Kevin and Anna Kauffman (with whom we never would have been connected, I was reminded, if not for the concern and intervention of Alison Kerr), and Jupiter2012 — among many others.

I'm grateful to be alive and somewhat in awe of approaching — one year later — the eve of the birth of a baby with my dear wife, Miss Lucy. It's good to be here. I'm lucky to be here.