My sometimes vigilant parents rushed to the television button a couple of beats too late to protect me from this grim portal on life and death.  Read More

But the pandemic has exposed and eroded me, along with the world I live in.  Read More

When I think of photo booths, I think of freaking out in an MRI tube. Read More

I’ll take a clean, business-like, functioning, reliable, no nostalgia Hilton Garden Inn anytime/anywhere. Read More

Death is an impenetrable wall.  I can etch messages into my side of it, yearning, regretting, remembering with exquisite fondness her smile... Read More

Sometimes, as in the case of my high school math class, time stopped. Read More

“We are your bad conscience,” said one of the leaflets. “Everyone wants to exonerate himself from his share of the blame … But it cannot be done: everyone is guilty! guilty! guilty!”" Read More

“Moon river, wider than a mile I’m crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, You heart breaker Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way…" Read More

...notwithstanding any other food fear, sentiment, fixation, longing, dream, taboo, burp, or memory I may have or ever had, there will always be the wondrous egg, scrambled, poached, boiled, easy-over, omeleted, cooked fancy or plain, my best breakfast friend. Read More

I tied piles of accumulated newspapers together to form a solid block of newspaper, which I used as a guest stoop. Read More