Suprise Me

We wore multiple hats because we had to, but we also thought we could do anything and no one was there to tell us we couldn’t. Read More

Early in the relationship, back when we were both freshman college students, back in New Jersey, my First Love’s parents decided, for various reasons, to hate me. Virulently. Read More

The struggle to teach traditionally vs. the struggle to teach with a different pedagogy Read More

When I think of social media, the first thing I think of is Facebook. For me, Facebook was always about sharing pictures and bits of news with family and friends who are scattered around the world. Now, in addition, it involves sharing links to articles about the current terrifying political situation. I have never considered… Read More

My Beloved Basement I’ve written before about 2026 McGraw Avenue,  the house in the Bronx where I grew up,  and  in my mind’s eye I can still see every room, nook and cranny.   (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home,The Puppy in the Waiting Room,  and  Mr Bucco and the Ginger Cat) And now I even… Read More

The thing that connects babies to their parents and children to their grandparents is love. Read More

My small screen Is a black hole That sucks me into The miasmic plasma Of hidden light, That both connects And separates me To and from others I sense the forever Yearning The existential hole Where we plug in Hoping to feel  An integrity  That constantly falls Apart, on its way To wholeness My tether… Read More

Movies are complex beasts. Read More

What was it like for my neighbors to have an FBI agent knock on their doors in December 1970 and ask questions about me. Read More

Camping was fun when I was a kid. Fire was exciting and extinguished too soon. Read More