I Can’t Grow Up, Street Photography by Deborah Julian Buffalo, June 1975 I woke up to a beautiful, fully opened summer morning in an unfamiliar room, in space marked off for someone else. Sweet air on a slight breeze ruffled sheer white curtains under a window. Car sounds andContinue Reading
The following is Chapter One from Lucky to Have Her, a story about love and all its variations played out by three intimately involved people over most of their lives.
November 22, 1963 I generally enjoyed Miss Izak’s class, brightened as it was by her effervescence, even though I was failing, just as I’d previously failed Latin. Gene, a born smart ass, and Billy, his frequent target, were involved in something silly in front of me, and I wasContinue Reading
In Binghamton, March 1966 Here is what finally became of Ginny or, I should say, the parallel paths we once shared, then separated.
Having It All, Having Nothing Maggie was waiting at home. I had to bring her car back soon. She’d accepted responsibility for driving me to the bus station, the dumpy, neglected art deco place that still lit its Greyhound sign over Main Street, awaiting the catastrophe of urbanContinue Reading
Sex and Civil Rights in a Small Town, 1966 “Well,” Bruce announced, “on Monday, we’ll have to go out to looking for jobs, but first, I’m going to show you how to have a good time. We’ll go over to Gentleman Joe’s to celebrate your first week of freedom.”
Things I Learned While Insane I guess I’d better clarify where I was coming from and clear up the mystery of why it wasn’t necessarily insanity that made me start thinking about marriage again, this time to Charlie. It might have been, sure, but I repeat, not necessarily.
Rondo Rondo This is a free chapter from The Messes I Made While You Were Waiting for Godot.How to make a decent knot after more than a quarter-million words, some good jokes, wisecracks, stories, revelations and what we learned on the bus? Lizzie’s gone. That’s one thing I should tellContinue Reading