A Small World Story

Esther cleans my office. Every day she comes in to either empty trash, vacuum, dust or collect recyclables. She is a loud, funny Polish lady from the east side, and is probably in her late fifties. She often talks about the lottery. Today she asked me if I wanted to buy a raffle ticket. I… Continue reading A Small World Story

From Another Life

An excerpt from a letter I wrote in 1995 to a friend, attempting to explain just one of the reasons we could no longer spend time together. I remember a time when I was very interested in, even obsessed with, getting high. As you know, I no longer have much interest in it. I want… Continue reading From Another Life

Quickie

Tonight is the first night of “puppy pre-school” where we actually bring the dogs. Last week at the end of orientation everyone said in turn what breed their puppy was: “chocolate lab, golden retriever, wheaton terrier, [some big ass dog], rhodesian ridgeback, [another big ass dog]” All eyes turn to me, and I squeak “miniature… Continue reading Quickie