Memoir

10 MINIt all started with Chevy Chase. My brother somehow stumbled across National Lampoon’s Vacation somewhere in his timeline. The humor is vulgar, which I love; and there is nudity, which I found out my brother did not…

6 MINIt’s not usual to hear someone say they have a sweet tooth. I laugh every time I hear that phrase because the person who said it has no idea how they’ve been cheated. One tooth?…

5 MINShunning evokes religious and medieval images, hints at disconnected connections. It smacks of righteousness: moral, intellectual, emotional. It’s all around us in its many forms with its many names, and it boils down to two…

5 MINBecoming one of the boys wasn’t an easy task. I received my basic training in a small New Jersey town, sitting high atop tree branches, running bases on D’Agostino’s softball field, and hanging out at…

8 MINWherever we are, my mom and I love to go to diners for breakfast. We relish the low-key ambience, the speedy service, and not least, the food, which is usually delicious and predictable. When I…

4 MINI was always my mother’s favorite. But she was never mine. Yet, when my father died at the young age of 72, everything had to change. I watched my mother’s face as my sisters and…

8 MINI first met Morris at a Kenyon College reunion in 2000 in Gambier, Ohio. He was two decades my senior. It was one of those instant attractions. We were holding hands before exchanging last names….

9 MINThe moving man, stout as the load on his dolly, steered a dark wood cabinet into my mother’s apartment. He scanned the small studio, boxes stacked everywhere, for someplace to unload the heavy piece. “Where…

6 MINBone-chilling winds, throngs of rabid Green Bay Packer fans, and I rushed into Dallas on a frigid Friday night in January. The freezing cold, a stark contrast to the seventy degrees and sunshine I left…