Jeff Koons at the Whitney

I hated the Jeff Koons show. It felt like he went out of his way to make things I would not want to look at. I thought I was so open-minded about what I would look at, what I could enjoy. I am sometimes bored, sometimes uninterested, in an art museum, but I have […]

Half a Week, Half Watered

Monday I woke Monday morning, and the headache was gone. A headache for me is sometimes a lot. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and I danced a little. Not any needle in it, not any staple, not any burr. Breathing real air again. I walked to the subway. On the other side of […]

An open letter to the ladybug I found on my window and now believe has been living in my room for two months, written after I have been watching “Homeland” all morning:

I see you there. I know you know who I am. So let’s go on. No, I know you can’t always rely on me to have foliage for you to hide in on the shelf, I sometimes let things get a little dry up there. No, I don’t think anyone made you. You’re good. So […]

Treehouse

Uncle Fran’s house was a treehouse. A glamorous treehouse. It made me think Omaha was glamorous, if you can believe that. My grandparents’ house, there was never anything pretty about it. It was comfortable, it was a good place to hang out, but there was nothing glamorous about it. My grandparents moved, lived in three […]