When I go to pick my son up from catechism, I find him munching on a milk-chocolate Virgin Mary just outside the Eucharistic chapel. –…
In my novel REMEDY, I took it upon myself to revisit the many hours of my childhood spent with the pocket New Testament and a…
I’ve heard it said that when chance meetings reoccur, particularly three days in a row, it is best to pay attention. Let me tell you,…
This past summer in Fresno, CA I ate nearly as much tri-tip in the course of a two-week vacation as I eat entrecôte in Paris…
It almost takes effort to feel gloomy when the sun persists in shining as it has this past week, yet The Guardian Weekly insists France…
“…hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans.” Herman Melville, excerpt from…
I’ve been back in Paris a week and a half, hiding out. I’ve been a fugitive, fleeing the city itself by keeping out of its…
As a child, I thought August was the quintessential summer month and my birthday party, usually a pool party in my grandmother’s French-style garden marked,…
August. Fresno, California. It’s broiling. In the high hundreds. The dry, furnace air wavers in place. Here we tread heat. It seems to me there…
“It is a very curious thing that my imagination is never more pleasurably active than when my circumstances are at their least pleasant; and that,…