Dancing With Strangers Midway through the month of March, I plan to do something that scares me. I will step onstage as a member of a band that is playing for the bulk of the night at an Irish bar on St.…

Truth Written in Snow  There were my tracks, clear in the freshly fallen snow. But something was amiss. Instead of recording a healthy stride, with clean separations between the steps, they formed a pair of channels in the powder, mute testimony to…