Let’s Go to St. Andrew’s!
“No way,” I said. “I hate that church.” Heads raised in surprise. I looked down at my plate of Christmas Eve meatballs, chest swelling and constricting …
“No way,” I said. “I hate that church.” Heads raised in surprise. I looked down at my plate of Christmas Eve meatballs, chest swelling and constricting …
I. Here is how it is with you: Every day I wonder what is missing. Cracks in the sidewalk. I avoid them, wouldn’t want to break her back, smaller things, …
I somehow found myself squeezed into a bike shop in Providence around midnight, dolled up in black tights and a short grey skirt, hair twisted …
Johnny Cash and June Carter got married in a fever, and I flew into Chicago in the middle of a blizzard. It was the mid-morning, …
I somehow found myself at a Christmas formal for the MassGen hospital’s cardiac unit, surrounded by shiny-haired couples wearing red ties and black velvet. Nat …
Monthly Archives: December 2007