Category: Memoir
There was that time when…
…Barbra Streisand asked me to tell her husband she was ready to go. …I noticed Danny De Vito in my living room, and…
Read MoreScarred for life
I’ve heard it said that a scar adds character to a man, perhaps because it implies adventure, danger, a past. I don’t think…
Read MoreTwo unpleasant Canadians
In 1987, while living in Chicago, I fell in love with Toronto. The first time I visited, my plan was to spend a…
Read MoreMama the Cook
Mama was not a very good cook. She was an inspirational schoolteacher, the kind to whom people sent tear-wrinkled letters of gratitude, years after they left her classroom. She pulled…
Read MoreMississippi eatin’
When I moved to rural Mississippi from downtown Los Angeles, I knew I was in for environmental shifts beyond just the absence of…
Read MoreNew Year’s Eve
Crowds of people are not my idea of a good time. I like my space and I don’t like noise. Crowds of drunk…
Read MoreA note about “Letters from Clay”
(I joke a lot but what I’m about to tell you is not a joke.) A comment came in to my blog today….
Read MoreRoadside discomfort
The worst roadside restroom I ever visited was in northwest Indiana. It was 1989 and a friend and I were on a late-night…
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