(This entry is a continuation of Babyface: Part 1 .) Autumn 1985 My friend Rand finds me outside and around the corner, a couple of minute...

One of the ironies of COVID is that our extended isolated downtime has forced me to confront the traumas of a pandemic that came before. In...

When I was very, very young, my father’s sister was the coolest of cool aunts. Straight out of art school, Aunt Jane affected a bohemian lif...

Over the course of the years (jeez) that I’ve been keeping this blog online, I’ve written a few entries that I should’ve classified under a ...

There were a couple of years in the late nineteen-eighties, as my desire to finish a doctorate in grad school fizzled, in which I took a cle...

(While I'm visiting my dad, I'm posting some older journal entries for today and tomorrow. What follows is an old journal entry from...

(While I'm visiting my dad, I'm posting some older journal entries so that you won't miss me. What follows is an old journal ent...