My “Musings” posts will have no defined scope or purpose. I will be writing them just for fun as I strive to develop skill as a writer of creative non-fiction. I have a long way to go, but hope that others will find some of these posts thought-provoking or just fun to read.
A lot of people these days bitch about our New York City subways--with reason. The MTA’s finger-in the-dike campaign to repair our antique system continually scrambles the system and peoples’ lives: They’re late for work; they can’t get home when they’re weary after...
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This is the story of a solo journey in an untethered era…
I have long kept a secret that most who know me would find surprising.
My trip to the Vineyard, just one chapter in my futile quest for Lindsay Parker, was off to a farcical start.
When I ask friends what they’re up to these days a startling number of them tell me they’re “transitioning”– or thinking and worrying about it.
Last month I had to give the eulogy for my father, who passed away shortly before turning 90.
Survivors of the Dobbs Ferry High School class of 1970–including me–felt a tug to come together in this oddest of years at our 47th reunion.
I asked Angus about the wool: How and when are the sheep sheared? Who do you sell it to and what do they do with it? The answer was initially stunning.
There a great story behind this photo, proudly displayed outside the door of our NYC apartment.