On Sept. 17, 2011, as disgruntled currents formed a tsunami that descended upon Wall Street, I once again renewed my intimate acquaintance with a journey to oblivion. I was taken to the hospital delirious with fever, hardly alive, hallucinating. On Wall Street, thousands of disinherited citizens protested the black hole...

On January 2, 2008 a doctor who I had never seen before (nor since) gave me a drug to control my blood pressure. This drug is now known to be unstable and full of surprises. On January 3, 2008 I received my surprise in the form of intensely painful, life...

This is not art. This is not literature. Nor is it meticulously written, meant to please, driven to impress. I couldn't care less. This is my rant!

I am tired of listening to those who describe themselves as "progressive" bellyache about President Obama and his lack of balls. Of...

As the sun labors to rise above the horizon, I join my neighbors on the precipice of a crater. We peer into the abyss, sleepwalking towards oblivion as Congress fiddles silence that may soon replace the cacophony of dissonance heard in its halls and byways. What do we see when...

New York City exhales. Gone is the undertow of spring's willy nilly presentation. Cool one day, brutally hot the next while our house builds layer upon layer of...

Life tortures love. This lesson permeates my soul as I move forward against the tide. I wake up recognizing that my breath conflicts with my heart. The moment of pain begins with one eye opened, one eye closed. At that moment war with my molecules is infinite. It wasn't always...

On this 20th day in March at approximately 7:21 p.m. Winter graciously bows and floats away from the northern hemisphere leaving the stage to Spring. This has not been an easy transition. The two...

Thirty-eight years are lifted on the wings of service. They have soared. From a distant echo comes a message on Facebook to Harriet Cinco, a teacher who has inhabited those years with her love for learning.

Hello...

A mother, father and three-year-old daughter sit at their dinner table in Odessa, Ukraine. The daughter is named Dasha. She is a miracle, as her mother, Irina, had a very difficult pregnancy that caused her to be bedridden for most of...

Jefferson, Franklin, Adams, Washington, Jay, Madison, and Hamilton, our pregnant fathers gather at the feet of an ancient Sphinx. They assemble, carried upon the wind that stirs the lungs of freedom in an ancient land. They are perplexed. Why do their descendants not add their voice to the storm of...

My daughter asked me the other day what it was like to grow up in the civil rights era. She is 17.

I was 15 when John F. Kennedy was assassinated; 20 years old when Martin Luther King's light turned to night; twenty again when Robert Kennedy's hopes and...

I lived in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn for close to 15 years. During that time I worked at jobs in Manhattan, which began early in the morning and found me coming home...

Gold, red, green fade from the park central to our lives in New York City. Autumn has fallen revealing thin, naked, sculptured timber lines that grace the sky. As...

Recently, our dog stopped breathing. His heart stopped pumping. I was there and I gave permission to a doctor to make this happen. Sable was just short of 15 (dog) years (105 people years) and he had suddenly and radically fallen ill....

In 1975 I was sitting in the balcony of the Elgin Theatre one electric Manhattan midnight watching through the haze of an opiate ambiance the film Siddhartha, which is based on a...

In a moment of time in a moment of space, the park is greeted fully by Diana, her silver orb shrouded in mystery. The curtain reveals thunder, lightning, pouring down upon New York...

Today, everyone in New York City resonates to the beautiful sky that blesses us on this day marked by September 11. It is a beautiful day. It is misleading to say we "remember." We inhale that eternal moment of terror. It is embedded in our DNA. Like a chime that...

Today as we swim through the flotsam and murk squirted from octopi embodied by the tortured rhetoric of Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin, et al.; people who troll our culture, the blind seeking the bottom, we must stop, raise our spirit and listen to the light that diminished on this day,...

One night snow befell New York City. I had a rehearsal planned that night. I did not expect anyone to show. The company came to this event in the middle of a blizzard. Nine would-be actors/actresses, one writer/observer, not knowing what the result of their efforts would be other than...

One mid-summer day, sun bestows his blessing upon New York City concrete and its denizens as harmonics sail through my soul while walking to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I am to...