“The East Coast is just a rough draft for the West Coast.” This is something I started saying about fifteen years ago, because, like the pioneers, I was totally enchanted by the idea of better living on the Pacific Ocean. In California, my troubles would be more manageable, since things could be sorted out in… Continue reading Pacific Time — Worth, February-March 2015
I saw Selma last night, and have been reflecting on an early scene, in which a white clerk refuses to allow a black woman to register to vote. (As an aside: Oprah plays the woman, and it’s always hard for me to suspend my disbelief when she’s on the screen, even though I think she’s… Continue reading On Weak Men
“You’re going to lose everything,” my then-husband said, while we were eating lunch one winter weekend. I readjusted my roast beef sandwich, the contents of which were about to spill onto my plate, and said: “how about now?” This was seventeen months before our marriage ended–which I know with precision because I’d recorded it in… Continue reading On Turning 40
A tiny tooth is embedded in the center of gold ring. It’s set amid sparkling stones, so it’s not immediately apparent that the cream-colored fragment is, in fact, a child’s tooth. The idea behind this ring is not grotesque, but sentimental –- a semi-precious bit of a little darling. And the child didn’t bite the… Continue reading On Jewelry Made from Human Remains
If you see me walking down the street, and you are very observant, you will notice two things: I’m gently frowning (this is something that I will need to work on as I stare down the barrel of my 40th birthday; it’s definitely going to stick that way); and my fingers are subtly moving, as… Continue reading On Sensory Pleasures, Writing in the Air and also William Blake
“Yes, I have a cat,” I said to the gentleman taking me out on a first date. It was out of my mouth so fast that I heard it when he did — a lie that came out so smoothly, so confidently, that it would have been awkward to immediately amend. I’m pretty sure that… Continue reading Regarding My Lie About the Three Cats
My guess is that most people who read about the death of race car driver Kevin Ward Jr. in the New York Times over their breakfast this morning have never been to Canandaigua Motorsports Park, the upstate New York race track where he died. The circumstances of Ward’s death were notable because while the track… Continue reading On the Tragedy of Tony Stewart and Kevin Ward Jr.