Not To Mention a Nice Life: An Excerpt*
These day trips ask a lot of you, almost so much that you find yourself fondly reminiscing about the good old days you never knew, the days when horse-drawn carriages…
These day trips ask a lot of you, almost so much that you find yourself fondly reminiscing about the good old days you never knew, the days when horse-drawn carriages…
She had a silver car. Here’s how you know someone has gotten to you: when, a week, or a month, or a year (or more) after they’ve left your life,…
What are you seeing, exactly? Yourself, in a tux? Maybe marriage was the secret. You’ve felt nothing at all like envy for your friends who had wedded—happily or not—and especially…
Take a guy. Let’s say he’s about my age: old enough to own his own condo and pay almost all his bills, who is young enough to be unmarried but…
Look: More death and destruction. On TV, obviously. Only this is the worst one yet, the most gruesome, uncomfortable competition I’ve ever made myself suffer through. Worse than football. Worse…
May 29, 2014. It was billed as a throwback to the old Beatnik days, minus the bongos and clove cigarettes. As such, New York City was a mandatory locale; Brooklyn…