stories about family

My brother Herb told me I had to write this newsletter. It involves a cat killing a chipmunk, so it may not be appropriate for all audiences. But mostly it involves my brother being right. Which is so annoying. Let’s start with the chipmunk.…

They tell us from the time we’re young, to hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves, inside ourselves. I know I’m not the only one who spent so long attempting to be someone else. Well, I’m over it. I don’t…

July 3rd is my brother Paul’s birthday. He died five years ago, but he would have been 54 on Thursday. I think it’s obvious why I’m thinking of him this week. But then there is the show Orange is the New Black, which I also can’t stop thinking…

This is not a typical blog post (although please don’t ask me to describe what is a typical blog post is). Instead, below you'll find an essay, entitled "Out of Order." I started it about three years ago, and finished it in January of 2013, eight…

It started because I drank a little too much. That’s not a particularly inspiring part of the story. But still. There was alcohol involved. There is no use lying about it. I was at my Mom’s house last October, at a family gathering, and I…