Because I was delivering my dad’s eulogy… Barrington Wintrose Huie. Quite a name for quite a man. But to most he was simply Barry. Mr. Huie to a few. And ”Dad” to two. No man is just one thing, and my father was no different. He was a provider, a Read more…
Detroit, a play by Lisa D’Amour 8 min in limbo “Remember the play about the expensive book that the woman hurled on?” Sandra’s eyes hardened to green glass. It made Dennis think about his marble collection he had when he was a kid. She was mad. He had done it again, Read more…
Esquire Party Book by Editors of Esquire with Scotty and Ronnie Welch 8 min @ the desk Anna couldn’t make tea and she called un-toasted bread ‘raw’. Mitchell would be there in twenty minutes, there was no way the “meal in thirty minutes” recipe was going to work out. Her Read more…
Do one thing every day that scares you. There are a lot of scary new things happening right now. They are happening for the first time and the only time. You can only watch your father die once. Unless your parents are gay and you have two dads. My Read more…
The Loves of Shakespeare’s Women by Susannah York 8 min @ HUB coffeehouse & locavorium He held her hand in both of his, rubbing the ‘Venus mound’ with his broad thumb. He told her this was what the fleshy part at the base of the thumb was called. He told her Read more…
Great Jones Street by Don DeLillo 8 min. @ Mercury Espresso I have an allergy to leopard print. And zebras and tiger too. I like the animals but I do not like to dress in their skin. When I first arrived in Paris the stylists always want to dress me in Read more…
When I began studying yoga and Ayurveda I could not reconcile the first two Yamas. I”m going to grossly simplify things and say that the Yamas and Niyamas, there are five of each, are the commandments of yoga. The first echoes the Golden Rule, Do No Harm. The second is Read more…
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins 8 min @ Salt on Ossington He was looking down at her kindly – even the cloudy left eye had a kindness to it. They’d been standing outside the “Done Crossing Market” for fifteen minutes. The night bus was always inconsistent. She kept telling him Read more…