Monthly Archives: May 2016

It’s my third day in New York and I’m exhausted. It’s 32 degrees and Memorial Day weekend. There are people everywhere, loud, extrovert, seemingly tireless. I don’t begin my residency until Tuesday, but I’m looking forward to it. Yesterday, by pure … Continue reading →

I leave for New York in four days. I remember the feeling I had the first time I visited the city. It was like being hit flush in the face by Cupid’s bat. A violent, instantly addictive love. I can’t … Continue reading →

I am exhausted. I’ve had two weeks of flu now during which I ought to have stopped working, but I didn’t.  I felt like I couldn’t, and yet, in those hours when my temperature was so high that I had no … Continue reading →

I think about death a lot. I am forty-one. One of my closest friends died at forty and the age is imprinted in my mind now. Of course, she was unlucky. I’m probably less than half way through. But my body, … Continue reading →

In a little under a month it all starts again. American Pilgrimage 2, the east coast. This time I land in New York instead of LA, on May 26, and three days later I begin my stint as writer-in-residence at Brooklyn … Continue reading →