Like most people, I have a long list of projects begun but never quite finished. These incomplete starts are psychologically burdensome – stirring up feelings of guilt, self-doubt and a general sense of wasted time and labor. 

from "The Seam Rovers"

I am goading him on and don’t even know it.

...the natty look of a Damon Runyon character...

Introduction

Half moon pose.

Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrintTonight I take on the identity of Physician. One hundred and fourteen brand-new medical students milled expectantly, many with their families, in a large university hall that reminded me of a hotel ballroom. Tonight I take on the identity of Physician, the familiar chattering voice in my head was unusually somber that night,  Physician. 

...late in that hot, aimless, summer of love...

Auf Wiedersehen Milwaukee

Part II

Was I allergic to fatherhood?

"It's a mistake to pick pets for their looks..."

I was in the machine up to my waist...

Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrintThe best way to remember what you forgot to bring to a race is to wake up super early, stop for coffee, head down the freeway, get to the race site, park your car, take a shuttle to the start, stand in a line to use a Porta-Potty, then remember that you meant to bring some gloves.

Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrintI was stunned when a letter from AARP arrived informing me I was eligible to join. I wasn’t that old and not even close to retirement. I knew of people in their forties who had retired, but most of them were cops or firemen and had chosen their career paths shortly after graduating high school.

...my sister and I came home to find that my mom had made good on her threat.

Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrintIn April of 2011, thirty three graffiti writers and street artists transformed the windows of the former Donnell Library, just paces away from the MoMA, into a virtual time capsule of art on the streets in New York City.  Co-curated by Daniel Feral and Joyce Manalo, the aptly named “Pantheon” presented an art historical timeline that is a part of New York City’s unique legacy. 

You always hear old men talking about their girlfriends who aren’t really their girlfriends.

An immigrant taxi driver struggles to express his grief.

He tucked her hair behind her ear.