It seems that whenever there is some national dragnet for a criminal or pair of criminals on a crime spree, Ohio makes the news. They are either from Ohio (helloooo Ariel Castro) or passing through Ohio. And for some reason, they are often spotted in my neighborhood, perhaps because it is near a major interstate. I remember one couple arrested a few years back as they tried to dye their hair in a motel down the street, and there have been at least a half dozen news stories where residents…Continue
I don’t know what was in my lunch today, but all of a sudden, I found myself in the heads of my dogs who were keeping sacred vigil over my victuals.
That’s Lola, the brindle one on the left. I’ve had her since she was eight weeks old. I fell in love with the way she was barking…Continue
Although this is loosely based on true events, details were changed to protect the identity of individuals involved.
My brother Bruno used to love to sit in the front yard of our house, action hero in hand, watching the world go by. He loved nothing more than to woo-woo-woo his way through his favorite music of the moment. There was his Respighi period (you haven’t really heard Respighi’s Pines of Rome until you’ve heard it hum in…Continue
(Originally published on Open Salon)
I spent the mot incredible week at the Kenyon Review Writer's Workshop this past June, studying literary non-fiction with Rebecca McClanahan and our Kenyon Fellow Annette Gendler. I was with an amazing group of writers; since we're all spilling our guts out, the non-fiction folks bonded very quickly. It was a life changing joyful totally wonderful experience. This was a generative workshop where we shared new work every…Continue