My Father’s Dream


My father calls me every night, or almost every night, between 9:30 and 10:30 pm, after the show. He is now 82. I cherish our talks, and often take notes. This summer we talked many evenings about Normandy, and his theory that it should have happened somewhere else, but I’d have to find my notes […]

That Was All That Happened


Judging from her feet, she was no princess. Size 9, with toes that were long, one shaped like a tennis racket, bunions, bones adrift. They hurt, in all shoes except sneakers. She walked fast and hard, up and down the streets of Manhattan. She could clip 20 blocks in 15 minutes, easily. Thinking, thinking, thinking. […]

The Whale Is Behind You


The voice in my head said: “So. Would it be possible to document a family?” [Equally soundlessly I replied:] “This family?” The voice nodded. “The only way to do it honestly would be to melt the spoon. Jump in after them. Tell the whole truth. Otherwise you’d get too much power and that would be […]


I am back there, before it happened, and after, and here now. I lie down on the sofa and close my eyes, like somebody on a stretcher on a battlefield. My stomach hurts and I feel how unreal I am, how imaginary. Some people seem to think they can see me, and they want things, […]

Television Captures American Insanity And Squalor Is The New Story

Spend two hours watching US television and there can be no question the country is fast becoming a very large mental hospital without walls or staff. Tonight: I sat down with my small bowl of nuts, decided to relax and watch some TV. First I watched “Hoarders: Buried Alive.” That’s always an uplifting show. Tonight’s […]

Missing Lynn

Lynn Margulis with "jellyball," Puffers Pond, Amherst, June 2011

I thought surely this is Lynn Margulis from the other side trying to either, a) have some fun, or b) teach somebody at this nuclear plant something about some glowing jelly creature they really ought to know.