Birth Day

When I was a child, my birthday was a day filled with a carousel ride in Central Park, chocolate cupcakes, the D’Oyly Carte Opera Company or the Paper Bag Players, pin-the-tail-on-the-mouse, and friends and family. As I’ve gotten older, my birthday’s been a day of...

The Voice of Memory

The characters in our stories speak to us; they urge us to listen to them, care about them, tell their stories; breathe life into them and be their voice. Sometimes these characters are gentle, tapping lightly on our shoulder, allowing us to glimpse them out of the...

In honor of poetry month: CHARLES

CHARLES gray flannel suit a milky white shirt a handsome and sleek-perfect fit with supple suede shoes and cream velvet gloves his style has become such a habit a sly backward glance then out of the house he folds himself into the shadows accustomed to night...