What I am about to write can only be written today, because it is time sensitive. Tomorrow, I start a new chapter in my story with a job change. It has been percolating for a number of months, affording me the opportunity to mull it over in terms of sharing it with...
Some time during the week of May 25, 1987, my young, teenage boys met me on Lexington Ave. and 57th street. I had just gotten my ear pierced at one of the many cheap jewelry stores all over the City. After applying an ice cube to the targeted spot, a needle goes...
Dear Ida Listen, Mom, there are a couple of things I need to straighten out right away. In 2004, around a year after you died, something called FaceBook happened. I am not sure what you know and what you don’t know at this point. There really isn’t any...
