At that age I once stabbed my best friend, Fred, with a pair of pinking shears in the base of the neck,…
No American family in possession of a turkey offered to adopt me this year. For the first time since moving to this country I decided to attend an expat thanksgiving. I had my prejudices: surely American mothers and fathers produced more convincing thanksgiving spreads than my friend Aida’s…
Leon and I attended Bard college at the same time. I wish I could write like he does.
Font size isn’t everything.
One was a great writer, the other a colossal hack and all around shitty person.