Introduction Another snippet of a scene, in no particular order. I am excited to report some interest in the book itself, so it looks like this dream may, indeed, come true. Love to you all, Katrina. The way the light hits Eric’s body makes me want to cry. His...
Introduction I’m trapped here at home while I recover from shoulder surgery. Six weeks have passed and I am now allowed to type with two hands (small victories), so I am sharing some notes from my journal. I hope that when this is all over, and I am out the other...
Introduction These chapters come in no particular order. I am writing down the memories as they come, and will organize them all when the whole thing is done. Love to you all, Katrina. The girls joke that you don’t audition at Cheeks. You just show Elmo your tits and...
Introduction This is the first chapter in a memoir I’ve been writing about my time at St. John’s College. For years, I’ve been ‘trying not to write it,’ but over the past year or so I have become what I would call physically unable to not...
Rio is a city in black and white, hemmed in by mountains that loom down tall, narrow alleys. Copacabana bursts into technicolor as buildings give way to beach. The people move, like a parade, on a sidewalk parallel the shore, their conversations muted to me, save for...
I am mildly compelled to explain my long writing hiatus, but let’s just say: I’ve been busy and move on. This is where I’m at today: Something unexpected happened when I started publishing this blog; lots of people began to read it. And thanks to my well-spent...
