SanSerif once again!
You read it here first. Now read it without the distraction of doohickies hanging from the edges of the characters.
Read MoreMartinis and the Middle East
While I have yet to answer the long-standing reader question on my thoughts on the Isreali-Palestinean issue, I feel ready to address Tony from Austrailia who wrties to ask, “What’s in a martini?” Well, Tony, that’s a very complicated question. Traditionally a martini is made of gin, but I actually prefer vodka. We all have […]
Read MoreThe World We Live In
It’s been a pretty mellow, run-of-the-mill Friday here in Brooklyn. I went to yoga class with one of my favorite yoga teachers. I’ve been yoga-whoring around lately, trying to use up a book of yoga coupons that expires at the end of the year. It turns out that a free yoga class is not necessarily […]
Read MoreNot Dylan
The inhabitants of apartment A2 have been awaiting with rather frenzied anticipation the arrival of the second half of the Scorcese documentary on Dylan from Netflix. The inhabitants of apartment A2 admit to each other that they have been thinking about this documentary a lot, waiting impatiently for its arrival, longing to be watching it. […]
Read MoreI was going to tell you about overdrawing my checking account and talking to a nice lady from Montana on my cellular telephone about it, about how I saw my hairdresser today, and how we always talk about death in only the most cheerful ways as she snips artfully at the mass of dead cells […]
Read MoreSuperlefty in a SanSerif Font!
A little something I wrote is available for your reading on the website of Venus Magazine.
Read MoreA New York Weekend, Literally and Metaphorically
It was a New York weekend, bracketed by the purchasing of beautiful, frivolous shoes at ridiculously low prices. On Friday I bought a pair of sandals made of the thinnest straps of the softest suede in the palest pink, criscrossed with ribbons and lined with metallic silver leather, telling myself that they were an absolute […]
Read MoreNot Feeling the Baby
My mother interns once a week at a women’s health and birthing center in the South Bronx. She’s getting a doctorate in the psychology of pregnant women, new mothers and newborn babies and this is the practical component of her work. Like everyone I know who is in training to be a health care professional, […]
Read MoreApprehension, or size 6 knee-length empire-waist strapless in burnt sienna silk shantung with pomegranate bow band
Published December 2005 in Identity Theory. And anthologized in 2013 in You: An Anthology of Essays Devoted to the Second Person.
Read MoreLaundry
Among my notably paint-spattered articles of clothing, the white undershirt with the brown paint is probably the least evocative. My army pants are smeared with all the colors of our current apartment; the red streak on my one pair of shorts matches the wall in the hallway. In a closet full of sentimental clothing (My […]
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