“I hate Sundays!”  Despite the fact that it has been forty-five years, I can remember shouting this sentence (in my head) as clearly as if it were yesterday.  The scariest and simultaneously most fascinating aspect of this obscure childhood memory is the extraordinary restraint exhibited by my seven year old self, not only in avoiding … Continue reading →

I love writing.  I’ve loved it since I wrote my first serious essay at age 13, a logical, reasoned treatise on the injustice imposed by my 8th grade substitute social studies teacher.  Our regular teacher was on maternity leave and our class had the misfortune of inheriting a portly, balding, social studies zealot who inexplicably … Continue reading →