I’m with Hadrian the artist, writing in the welcoming heat of his flat. My pre-arthritic left hand (don’t crack your knuckles, kids!) is stiff with…
How ‘bout them Cowboys?
365 Words For 365 Days
So it’s been a year now
My mother-in-law and I loved each other from the day we met until the day she died — years after my marriage to her…
Not all assumptions are created equal. You can safely assume that touching a hot pot with your bare…
An Incendiary Independence Day
New York City