Beware the Man Whose Handwriting Sways Like a Reed in the Wind

This is an essay about hands and handwriting. I think of handwriting as a way to organize thought into shapes. I like shapes. I like organizing them. But because of recent neurological changes in my brain I find shapes fall apart on me. My responsibility to forms can’t be gracefully fulfilled. Nonetheless, I offer the following in the hope it does not strike you as disheveled or depressing . . .”