I have many Halloween memories, but can’t recall a single specific Halloween from before I went to college. All I have are fragments. Sepia-tones Instamatic snaps in my mind of me and other little kids wandering in and out of the pools of light and shadow of the streets in my neighborhood, seeking candy. No… Read More

I don't wish to give the impression that I am compiling a screed against Perfidious Womankind... Read More

We were creative and determined. Read More

I have always had a fascination with obscure words and terms. Read More

This is more about books and reading and being a weird little kid than about any single book. I was a nerd. A geek. A prototypical Poindexter (a nickname I was actually saddled with for a time). Books didn’t beat me up the way other kids did, so I loved them with all my heart… Read More

Neither the nondescript stores and the black wilderness of the Meadowlands on one side, nor the dark cemetery dotted with barely visible white tombstones on the other, gave me any assistance. Read More

Mom used to joke that I had "the attention span of a gnat." Read More

One meal, though, stands out because I took pictures. Read More

I have always been one who prefers to deal with negative emotions by assiduously not focusing on them Read More

Her name was Barbara but her nickname was, for some reason, "Bool." Read More