(A continuation of what you've read. Btw, I will be on a plane all day today, in case you don't hear from me right away.) I called her every night. But before I could tell her anything meaningful, she’d say…

They work to earn money. Some have figured out how to balance love and work. Some struggle every way because inner bleakness is mirrored in financial uncertainty.

In No Truth Land Everyone is a liar If I tell you that the sun is out Don’t believe me It might be out But it also might not be. In No Truth Land There is no way of knowing…

“They can’t be mine”, she thought, and she rubbed them together as if they were cold, as if putting them in contact with each other would magically change them. She hugged her hands softly but firmly together, involuntarily praying that…

Your own hands lie in your own lap and you and those hands are part of your destiny, your future. This long-distance mating relationship is not what I hope for, delightful as it is.

(Working on what I hope will be the final draft of this book. This scene is about 3/4s of the way in.) Annie McCracken hurried down the Jorgensen’s driveway like she couldn’t wait to get away from me. Jesus, I…

It's me! Roberta! Moving headfirst down the birth canal, dangerously stuck for hours in my mother's fear-saturated passageway-- --suddenly cold metal forceps clamp onto my little head, pull for dear life, Look! I swim out into an ocean of air,…

The great Russian theater director, actor and acting teacher Konstantin Stanslavski once wrote that the reason most of the people who become actors do so is because deep down inside them they suspect that someone else’s life is more interesting…

A powerful thing, desire. Perhaps the most powerful thing on our planet….. It has a connotation of darkness, danger, the kind of escapades that must take place in the shadows while the heart burns bright! Burns bright with…what else?….desire! Whatever!…

One night, in Graduate School, a woman from some Association for The Blind came to our class. Part of her presentation included an underlit, unfocussed video of a group of blind adults dancing. Some were dancing where they sat, some…

Have you noticed there's never enough space for dancing or even for singing? If I should call you up And spend a dime And you say you belong to me And rest my mind WQell that's the way it ought…

Buttery, flaky, almond –encrusted coffee cake –my mouth waters, and I can almost smell the sugar from where I am sitting on the far end of the overstuffed sofa. This entire yellow house on Scott Street is a pastry of…