Oreo was a big, happy three-legged old mutt of a dog, who lived with my sister and her family up in Vermont. In her prime she would fight the good fight with the dastardly squirrels, who taunted her constantly, but they were too clever and she was too dumb and she rarely won the good fight.Read More
Whenever I think about family, I think about food.
Maybe it goes back to my mother, who like many mothers, was the center of our family, and whenever I think of her, I think of the meals she made for us.Read More
I’ve been recently sampling some shows on Netflix and HBO and Amazon, and in many of them—even the comedies—there is such a cynical view of the world. Many of them have characters who are young adults, and they are often self-absorbed and cynical about life, and their issues are familiar to anyone who has friends or children in that stage of their lives.Read More
There are times when ‘surprise’ is not strong enough.Read More
I’m thinking about those cloaks they threw down on the muddy ground. Throwing your cloak onto the ground was a sign of submission and showing respect. They were pretty important pieces of clothing.Read More
I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind,
She sat there alone in the hallway of the studio, waiting to be called to audition for my film, her fingers doodling in the sand. The ad for the audition said: mature woman 60-70 years old needed. I could see her through the window of the rehearsal room, and I thought of my Aunt Anna.Read More
Not a study or a den, but El Florida as my mother called it, a pretty name for the room with the prettiest view of the lipstick-red hibiscus puckered up against the windows, the tepid breeze laden with the brown-sugar scent of loquats drifting in from the yard.
I think I was on my third or fourth ravioli and the bread was great and the wine was better and we were having a good conversation about some movie, my friend and I, and of course I secretly harbored the opinion that my celluloid observations were far more brilliant than my companion's because after all I am the filmmaker, am I not, but anyway the dinner was, as I said, going down well in this quiet little restaurant, until this... disturbance began.Read More
Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here we sat with our hands folded on our desks in silence, for the full two hours
I was in the Tivoli diner, down the street from the church, and I was with one of my former students. He’s struggling with questions about his career. He’s not sure what he wants to do anymore: what direction to take in a job, where he should live, even whom to love.Read More
A few years ago at the university where I lived and taught, as I was saying my prayers on Ash Wednesday Eve before I went to bed, I decided that I would really do it up on and for Ash Wednesday.Read More
I have always been drawn to the night sky and the immensity of the cosmos of the Creator, but this…this was the first time that I felt I was a part of that spectacular creation.Read More
Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave your house or apartment. Go out into the world.
If you’re like me, I see the advent of Uber and Lyft cars in the city as a very mixed blessing. On the one hand, they are very convenient, no doubt. On the other hand, they are definitely clogging up our streets and slowing down traffic immensely.Read More
You may have seen the previews for a film that came out around Christmas, and is still in theaters tonight. It’s called They Shall Not Grow Old.Read More
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide
My sister reminded me today that we had an Aunt who shared a birthday with a famous person on February 12th. Remember when every American knew who was born on February 12th?Read More
I went to a restaurant the other night, and on the way in, a guy accidentally bumped into me. “Sorry, dude,” he said, and I thought dude? I’m a dude? Maybe I’m THE dude!.Read More