When I met and fell in love with my charming, fascinating, creative ex-husband, I never saw the addict. We came together as poet and painter, with great passion for our respective gifts and for each other. It would be six months before I would begin to suspect that this exciting roller coaster ride of joint inspiration and creativity came with “another woman”—Lady Crack Cocaine. ...more

1968 was a seminal year in my life and in the lives of many others. It was the year I tried hardest to change the political priorities of my country. With the support of my wife, I joined the campaign of Robert F. Kennedy for President. Inspired, I had designed a plan for RFK to capture the delegates of the states that selected its delegates through the convention system. There were 17 such states at the time. Everyone else had been working on the states that ran primaries. I sent the plan to the RFK Think Tank in DC. ...more

I have two mothers in Japan. One is my real mother. The other is a seventy-four-year-old, wealthy widow who loves to drink whisky and smoke. I don’t remember exactly when I met her, but she and I have kept in touch over the past five years. She was one of my clients in the securities company I worked for as a broker. She and I talked a lot then, not only about investments, but also about our lives ...more