The Old Burying Ground

Happy Leap Day. So last night I attended the University of Michigan at Carnegie Hall concert thanks to some tickets from a new friend and colleague, Tom Wisniewski. We were in Box 1 on the first tier, practically part of the orchestra. I mused “this must be what it feels like to be Queen” as Read More …

Philip Roth’s The Breast

I stole this off Aimee’s shelf while I was cleaning her room this weekend. A favorite line: “After all…who is the greater artist, he who imagines the marvelous transformation, or he who marvelously transforms himself?” I often think something similar when I fantasize about my favorite superheroes…would I rather write their lives and stories, or Read More …