Suprise Me

I’ve never been big on sin. Sin belongs to a god thing full of good, evil, and punishment, straight-jacketing people with shame, and excommunicating so many nice things. Regardless of my godless stance, at age 11, I helped myself to three temptations. First, I sought out pictures of naked women in magazines, stolen from my… Read More

In September 2001 I lived in a country setting below converging flight paths into Boston. On the twelfth I went out to lie in the high grass, to scan the clear sky and to think. The emptiness. The silence. The peace. For this brief moment, the frenetic world I knew had stopped spinning—it was a… Read More

'Nuff said. Read More

My mother loved to bake, a trait I inherited. The only way to avoid sweet treats and baked breads at home is to deny myself the pleasure of creating them. Read More

I took a course on Northern Renaissance painting with Professor Ludovico Borgo in my last semester at Brandeis. For our final project, we had to write a research paper on a painting from that era that we could visit in person. We had to analyze the provenance of the work, history of restorations, and research… Read More

WHERE I’M FROM inspired by a poem by George Ella Lyon I am from the old country: Belarus, Poland, running from the Cossacks The Lady with the Lamp: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free I am from Far Rockaway, NY; St. Louis, Detroit I am from dill pickles,… Read More

We were going to a-go-go and the devil be damned. Read More

44 Curzon Street Our son Noah was 7 when we took him to London for the first time.   For our stay I  booked what was called a serviced flat at 44 Curzon Street in a lovely Mayfair neighborhood near Green Park. We arrived late in the evening with a very sleepy kid in tow,  and… Read More

As Best Man...I was an ideal chauffeur. Read More

The world shook beneath my feet and I loved it. Read More