Getting Dressed, 1981

The walls are white and bare. This is because what you put on bedroom walls is important, defining. I’m learning this by visiting with friends, seeing their bedroom walls decorated with posters of basketball stars, handsome quarterbacks, rock bands, even centerfolds in one case.

Nonfiction

One Summer Morning

It was the first devastation I experienced in life, the first time I knew existence was temporary, even though I vaguely believed then in the conventional idea of a Protestant Christian afterlife, believed we all reunited as our conscious selves in eternity with the ones we love, sort of like in a vacation home rental somewhere. 

Nonfiction