Chances Are

It seems I’ve taken to writing about once a month.  That’s probably entirely too infrequently, but lately it’s all I can muster.  I seem to be suffering from some sort of spiritual ennui that my own manner of introversion exacerbates. More simply put, I feel overwhelmed, and more than a little disconnected. It is with […]

I’m Still Here

I still write.  I need to remind myself of that sometimes.  I write everyday.  Most of the time only in my head these days, but I am writing nonetheless. For those who have followed my curious career arc from the beginning of this blog, I’ve come a long way, both in physical and emotional distance. […]

Bookish and Broken

When I was six years old my family moved from North Plainfield, NJ — a suburb of NYC with all of the attendant suburban attributes — to Meyersville, NJ, a small town half-located in and surrounded by a The Great Swamp National Wildlife Refuge.  We moved into the house formerly owned by my Aunt Sharon, […]

And the Band Played On

It’s hot in the Maple Leaf. Stiflingly hot and I’m having a little trouble catching my breath. And the show hasn’t even started yet. The older black man in the straw hat next to me at the bar is producing a copious amount of smoke from a single cigarette — like a diesel locomotive. There […]

I Walk the Line

New Orleans made national news on Sunday for a shooting at a second line; it was widely misreported across the country as a Mother’s Day parade, which in my opinion is what gave the story legs.  Otherwise it would have just been another shooting in New Orleans.  There are so many things that I could […]