Cities

How to Build for Love and Resistance; How to "Be Peace"

I’m writing on the morning of my 61st birthday — a phrase that does not trip off the tongue, or emerge easily on the keyboard! I am the only one awake yet — Brian is still asleep, and Loki, his fluffy fur having grown back after his late-summer grooming, is snuggled against him, napping too.

We are staying in Brooklyn, in a beautiful neighborhood built u…