Wrong Way

Have you ever found yourself heading in the wrong direction down a one-way street? That happened to my mother when she was driving me to a late rehearsal in Manhattan. It was the first rehearsal, and she was unsure of the best route to our destination, so she made a wrong turn. I was nine, … More Wrong Way

Honesty

I vowed not to return until I had news about some piece, or poem, or what-have-you being published, knowing that at the rate I finish work and submit, that could be years… …but then Philip Roth died. *** I came to Roth’s work through a friend, who handed me a copy of The Ghost Writer … More Honesty

The Home

The following is a true story. It happened in a clothing outlet, one mid-morning in early September. A mother and teenage daughter were waiting on line. The mother was fifty-ish, probably near, or in the throes of, her changes and looked like someone who paid close attention to her diet and exercised regularly. If she … More The Home