Coming up I knew I wanted to be a writer. I wrote all the time. When I wasn’t writing I was reading. I read lots and lots of Henry Miller, finding in him a reflection of myself. In Black Spring, the various Tropics, and the Rosy Crucifixion Trilogy, it felt like the voice in which […]Read More Narrative Female Sex
Apparently my kid is a handful. He spent a week with his Grammy and his Gramps in New England, and Dave and I went to pick him up at the end of the week. They’re pretty crazy about him, and enjoyed having him around, which makes me endlessly happy and grateful. But keeping up with […]Read More My kid is a handful
When I was 7 years old I lived with my dad and step-mom in N. Andover, MA. I had a pet bird, and a few diseased kittens, one after another, who for some reason would be very cute for a few days and then succumb to some kind of malady that left them foaming at […]Read More when I was 7
Every time C takes an interest in something, I find myself wondering if this will be his thing, if this will be the passion that sustains him. He likes to build with legos and magnatiles, so I think “he will be an engineer.” I visualize his life as an engineer, taking him all over the […]Read More What do you want to be?