NoMudNoLotus, Writer

In my forty-seven years of being a San Franciscan I never imagined the tyranny of 2020's shutdown.

Tango induces tribal love. After tango, coupling with just one feels sort of claustrophobic.

Monica, Hillary, and Bill find peace—in an unimpeachable way.

Slow-cooked words for hungry minds

“The secret to contentment is low overhead,” —Fenton Johnson

“Dean . . . said we were a band of Arabs coming in to blow up New York.” The sentence, written in 1957, wouldn’t pass sensitivity tests…

Metrosexual, maybe: A man less troglodytic than the average heterosexual man, Rudy was born 125 years ago this May 6.

The novel is a soul-searcher’s guide to the Joyful Galaxy of One.

A 1970s story about women with a bellyful of institutionalized motherhood

‘The middle ground is where life and love dance, where the music is played.’

A brief encounter with a fellow traveler turns into a wrenching What if . . . ? as a young man goes missing after setting off for a hike in…

February 14 comes in the heat of summer in the southern hemisphere. It is barely given a nod. But wait until July.