Circling

Nothing happened in the opera. People fell in love, and then money was a problem, then, in my favorite part (spoiler) a pretty girl dies of exhaustion (not as good as TB but not bad). We all sat and watch someone else be irresponsible. Fall in love, get thrown into jail. You could do that! […]

Covered

It is a cold day, not just that cold, although it is temperature cold for the first day of the year in New York, a day I knew I couldn’t have bare knees above my boots. Everything else is still bare, though. No snow. My friend’s mother died, on a cold day. Not here, she […]

Your Friend

You will see, on beginning to read this letter, that it is not addressed to you by name. But I address it to a woman–a very young woman still–who was born to be happy and has lived miserably; who has no prospect before her but sorrow…. Do not think that I write to you as […]

Advent

I finally cried. It was Richard Dreyfuss’ face at the end of “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” that did it. And writing this. This election opened a door that will never be shut. Just as the door of slavery is open, forever, behind us, this door will stay open. Our deepest impulses to wall […]