Downstream

The wine at the Foxhead is just like the wine at St. Mary’s. At the Foxhead, I got a history the place and the owners from the small crew sitting at the bar, and I got directions to the haunted place in town where I should go. At St. Mary’s I got a dark bit […]

Good

What I moved to Brooklyn was: three of my paintings, my great-grandmother’s dresser, three busts (Schumann, Chopin, Shakespeare), my yellow foo dogs (look it up), and the lamp I bought the day that Grandma died in an effort to make myself feel better, the lamp which I immediately broke on the threshold of my apartment […]

Up North

It took me an hour to get up to the Bronx. Why is it “the”? I had bribed myself with latte and bagel. I was barely awake enough to read, but there I was with my magazine reading about terms for causes of death in 16th century England: “blasted,” “cut of the stone,” “rising of […]

Six Months

Part of my Lenten practice this year is Seven Sun Salutations, at least, in part, for the alliterative value of that practice. It reminds me of that bit on “Sesame Street” with the baker. “Seven…sun…salutations!” The other part is letting myself mourn my old life. One of my godmothers mentioned to me that it was […]