Essays

One dead sheep in the middle of the trail could be anything. But two? This smacked of human agency. Or the supernatural.

I was beginning to get embarrassed, though I was the one who had invited them to watch.

You would like to believe that the panic attack you had in Soho had nothing to do with the bridesmaid’s dress you selected moments before.

I am running through the halls of Paumanok Elementary School. I’m not late. Tardiness hasn’t occurred to me yet. "No running in the halls!" is a constantly necessary reprimand for children, while conversely it is quite difficult to get an adult to run. He or she must be under some grave duress like chasing a […]

Did you know she crossed Times Square in the air? Did you know she can hang from the sky by her teeth?

At the time they wouldn’t have known or remembered the Ukrainian famine from Stalinist times that killed millions or Khruschev’s expensive failure at growing corn. Long live Communism!

I don’t leap out rushing into the heat. It’s easier after all to stay put, sitting in the car praying for it to begin moving again. Come on, hold on, breathe.

Grandma Sylvia, complainer or not, seemed to me as worthy of media attention as any TV star, socialite or business mogul in a celebrity-obsessed culture.

At the Mexican fast-food stand one block from home, I was nine and in line three times a week for a bean and cheese burrito. It was 1975, the year we moved away from my father.