The Snowstorm

I was out for my walk and I looked across the street and up, and on the second floor of a teal clapboard house was an old woman looking out. Her hair was white and the snow on the street was still somewhat white. I went to the doctor and she said, “I can give […]

Wolves

I have wolves. I went to the cathedral on this, Dr. King’s day, and the lesson was about caring for your flock, which was the last thing I wanted to hear, as I want to quit my job, I have wolves. The first half of my career I was told I was a good teacher, […]

Blisters

I made a round at Duane Reade to buy four critical things: hair dye to make me blonde again, as this was pulling at my mood, advil for the headache, and some of those little gel pads for blisters which are the best things in the world. I would still be at church on time. […]

16

The psychiatrist on the 16th floor has a small black fluffy dog. She lives and works in this impossibly glamorous building which is, past its prewar lobby and doormen, quite shabby: tape holding down wires to a camera, the land line, the floor is worn, the furniture moved in about 1970, never moved again. This […]