But if you’re going to tell, make it really interesting…
I endured, and enjoyed, writers workshops at Stanford and University of Iowa in the early 1980s, back when I thought there was no higher honor in the charted universe than to have a story published in the New Yorker. I haven’t really (more…)
When Words Don’t Mean A Thing..
I have, in my arsenal of dubious and less than marketable skills, the ability to sense when someone is using polite language to communicate contempt.
I can tell when certain smiles mean, “drop dead.” I can feel when certain sorts of laughter mean: “get lost — permanently.” (more…)
A few years ago, my wife and I planned a fine meal, with friends, in a nice restaurant. We made our reservations about a week in advance, and we actually arrived early, so that we could try some wine in the bar. Our reservation was for 8:30 PM, and we checked (more…)