Nonfiction

When I entered high school I had a full beard and a medical condition (a seizure disorder) that wasn't under control with medication. In junior high I was called Abraham Lincoln because of the...

             It is a mild winter day in Buenos Aires, August of 1990, and my uncle Cacho, dark eyes convivial, is introducing me to an old friend in the Ezeiza Airport. My uncle's friend...

Four days inside the psychiatric unit and four days after my suicide attempt, I was quietly let out from the shadows of the underground facility. I could see the sky. My anxiety sizzled behind...

A Normal Day In New York City             It was a cold, normal day in March as I stood on the streets of New York City. I had been waiting in the bitter wind outside...

Ben took a photograph of me as I breastfeed our son for the first time; he did not take a photograph of me breastfeeding for the last time. It was not supposed the be...

Our baby was born during the pandemic. In a heightened state of lockdown. With a team of overeager nurses checking in constantly because we were the only ones in the labor ward. In a...

I recently left the strict high-demand religion I belonged to for the past thirty years. The values and practices associated with my faith shaped every part of my life: family priorities, Sunday behaviors, clothing,...

                                                     The Battle at Victor's Barn I must've been seven or eight when old Mrs.Twombly's husband  died. She held an open house to sell some of the stuff she no longer wanted. Sort of a...

An old friend, a bond salesman, called me in Nashville that morning from the 68th floor of a high-rise in Lower Manhattan.He described the second jet, low and fast. His voice shook. I told...

Stress accumulates the more I get annoyed. The more I get annoyed the easier and more I get irritated. The next thing I know I find myself in sickness – a sickness that could’ve...