Mixing memory with desire…

Mixing memory with desire… That’s April’s job, according to T. S. Eliot, when it’s not otherwise occupied breeding lilacs out of the dead land. He labeled it the cruelest month, although I’d say that’s a hotly contested honor, with...

My Buddy Akalitus

With a new season of Nurse Jackie starting soon, I thought it might be worth repeating this post. I never did get to the set, but I live in hope… On a Sunday evening a little over a month ago, my Frequent Companion and I were on our way to the Encores!...

It might as well be Wednesday…

It might as well be spring, too, as Oscar Hammerstein wrote, though that’s not at all what it feels like outside. But if you’re as restless as a willow in a windstorm, or as giddy as a baby on a swing, maybe I can help. Even if it’s a couple of days...

Tricks of the Trade

Sometime in 1969, I walked into the office of my agent, Henry Morrison, and announced that I had a million-dollar idea. “I’m going to tell you the title and the subtitle,” I said. “Tricks of the Trade: a Hooker’s Handbook of Sexual...