One evening when I was 21, I had two of my oldest friends, Isabel and Irene, over for dinner in my Bushwick apartment. I made barley risotto out of a new cookbook. We talked about classes, boys, parents, New York … Continue reading Green Onions

Inception At first, we passed each other under the starry sky, in the depth of winter darkness. I had just left the small sauna which nestled into the trees at the edge of the neighborhood where I rented a room. … Continue reading Origins

Don’t think I was just some crazy wacko hippie. After years working in a medical office, mentored by Shirley, a tough eighth kid of nine born in Harlem, I’d seen a lot. Set and cast broken bones, assisted with vasectomies, … Continue reading The Lucky One