HERCULES
Hercules is on the left. I was at the Getty Villa in Malibu between family celebrations, babysitting, sports, writing, and walking. I’ve...
CITY SIDEWALKS, BUSY WRITERS, HOLIDAY CHEERS AND CHAIRS
Walking up Fifth Avenue to an appointment, I stopped to see the tree at Rockefeller Center. On my first NYC visit in the mid-1950s, I saw...
From Agador to Almadovar
Two Saturdays ago, I sat down next to Agador in Washington Square. His good looks and outfit turned me on. According to his owner,...
Happy Anniversary
Beautiful toasts by our loved ones on Nov. 7, 2009. Beautiful 10 years. Happy Anniversary, Jonathan. I love you and love being married...
Spooky Things
On Thursday night, the Village Parade, now in its 44th year, will head up Sixth Avenue, turn onto my street and go by my building. “I...
PAUL MCCARTNEY AND ME AND THE LIBRARY
On his recent Late Show appearance, Paul McCartney didn’t sing. Or say much. He plugged the picture book he wrote. Stephen Colbert held...
Early October Reflections
I am not sure if I am fasting on Yom Kippur. I probably will. I am sure I got sick last Wednesday and cancelled my Thursday colonoscopy....
The Heckler ‘n Other September Stuff
At Writers’ Night at a Chelsea bar, my talented friends, Mindy and Stephanie, read their work and my play section with me. The heckler,...
Not Labor Days
My biker guy, who rode 88 miles for Dana Farber in Massachusetts, rode the Pacific waves in Santa Monica on a boogie board. I boogied in...