Category: Essays

  A man walks up and down my street in a red t-shirt, jeans, and flat sneakers. Every few steps, he stops and looks back for a moment, then turns around, k...

  I dreamt last night that I was dying.  When I awoke, my wife, Heather, was standing by our bed, wrapped in a bath towel, going through her purse.  “I dre...

            Two women are sitting on the couch, another is perched on a chair adjacent to the couch, and Rock Hudson, grinning, is draped along the back of the ...

      “If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house, shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, th...

“I was perhaps twenty-three when I first ate almost enough caviar”  —M. F. K. Fisher, With Bold Knife and Fork I. The Savory Science Sitting in the grill room o...

    I’ve never eaten a guava, I’ve never even seen one, though I’m pretty sure it’s a sexy fruit. I’m certainly attracted to the word guava anyway. Yo...

    I can trace this tooth’s history back to Indonesia.  I was living there two years ago when I came down with a toothache in this, my largest remaining m...

    One morning, late August, I carried my coffee down to the dock at a lake called Mille Lacs. I remember this particular morning well. The sun was alread...

    1.  Once Upon a time   I had not exactly been summoned to make an appearance before the Maharaja of Travancore, but it was put to me from sev...