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 and
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 was
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 tell