Monthly Archives: September 2020

There must be some mistake. This is not supposed to happen to me. Maybe to the guy without a mask in the elevator. Maybe to the nasty lady in the front office of my apartment complex. She had my car … Continue reading →

There are times when I feel opaque, almost transparent. All emotions I have had that could be expanded have been spent, for good or for ill, and whatever I believe I am capable of teaching has been taught ad nauseam. … Continue reading →

Twelve-and-a-half years ago, not far from where I live in Northern Virginia, a young woman was brutally murdered by a drug- and alcohol- addicted former felon named Mark E. Lawlor. Lawlor at the time was a leasing agent for the … Continue reading →

I haven’t written much, lately. I did a blog on the intractability of my bladder cancer, which will require serious surgery soon, and I’ve toyed with a couple of book ideas, which are a dime a dozen. Mostly, I’ve been … Continue reading →

My bladder is dying. Four words, perhaps the strangest words I have ever written.  After a ten-year battle with cancer, 22 operations, and untold chemo sessions; after being scoped, scraped, sliced, lasered, and washed in BCG, a solution of tubercular … Continue reading →

My parents died decades ago. They were good people who’d both fought in the Big One, and when they came to America, the country was still a land of welcome, wonders and innovations. They left Europe behind, abandoned the sooty … Continue reading →