Off to grad school I go. Read More
He’s huge, brown, part mastiff, part American Staffordshire, and the sight of his drooling jowls terrify most of the building’s residents. Yet my 100 lb, 9 year-old dog Buddy is gentle. He was socialized since he was a very young rescue, and he wouldn’t hurt anyone. He does suffer from separation anxiety if left alone… Read More
Buddy is from Brooklyn. The real one, not the gentrified, million dollar condo tourist Brooklyn. It’s the first home of my father– Red Hook waterfronts, Livonia Avenue houses torn down to make way for development. Before my dog came to live with me, he resided with an alcoholic super in a multi-family dwelling off Woodhaven… Read More
I have to share this story by writer Jim Heynen, after discussing the recent election outcome and the future with Ron Jackson. He leads my Sunday Flash Fiction writing workshop and I caught up with him over breakfast at Nosh. The short short story packs a powerful message, and in what may appear to be… Read More
Where I’ll do some writing this morning.
My boy, at 1 year old.