"At best, it's plenty of work. I don't know if we can ever dig ourselves out from under all this crap we've accumulated," said Ma. "We might admit to destroying ourselves little by little. buried alive by the blues."

I say to myself, I'm still here. I was born here. Not so for Ryan. His sorry ass has been deported back to Juarez. We told him and told him. Do not liberate snacks from a corner store or a…

My first agent was a woman named Carole Brewster. She wasn’t famous. Obviously, she was willing to take a chance on a complete newcomer to Hollywood who’s entire resume consisted of a couple of student films and lots of avant-garde…

How do we locate ourselves on the impossibly vast map of Time? How do we put ourselves directly center stage in the right light for the time our particular “play” runs? What is our place in all this “ sound…

Despite his injury he still was here. Despite breaking his back, he was still here. Despite the priests trying to poison him to sleep he was still here. What could he do, a cripple do? This was a time of…

I had an intense, sometimes very painful relationship with my mother. We disappointed and failed one another in predictable ways for years until we stopped trying to cram our misshaped expectations into the holes we thought we could fill. That…

A single beautiful word is worth far more than money especially when it's the right word, but why am I thinking of it after the fact, and not at the time? ************************************************************************************************ Another single beautiful word is--Friday! All over the…

(Here's the final piece of that scene.) “I see Sarah’s not back,” my dad said, coming up behind me. “The kids really like that pool at her mom’s complex.” “Municipal pool over in Hamilton.” “Maybe her’s is nicer.” I swallowed…

“Ink can be made out of pretty much anything”, she mused, as she bent over the fragment of papyrus, studying the marks on it. Those marks were the merest of scratches, like foot prints left by a trail of ants…

I’ve been sick a lot this winter and haven’t been able to get outside a lot so my front yard looks like’ Grey Gardens, the Poor Version’ or like humans hadn’t been reinvented yet after another…you know…whatever. I see now…

There was once a man she thought she could never live without. He died. Much to her surprise, she didn’t.