Monthly Archives: April 2017

A couple of years ago, a man I knew slightly and who’d heard of my bouts with cancer asked me, “What kind of cancer would you prefer to have?” I answered, “Ovarian.” It took a couple of seconds for him … Continue reading →

  This is apparently a fallow time where the lack writing and the insomnia are conspiring to make me feel very guilty indeed. I’m not creating; I am merely taking up space. In the past, when I couldn’t sleep, I … Continue reading →

Two of the five diners ate bread. The remaining three did not, but we looked longingly at the rapidly diminishing breadbasket and the little bowl of olive oil with rosemary and crushed garlic. . The bread-eaters, one Jewish, one not, … Continue reading →

This is hard to write; I’m afraid I will do it badly, and it should be done well. For the past few years I’ve had the pleasure of going to Jim and Jane Feather’s apartment in downtown Washington every few … Continue reading →