Author Melvin Dixon by Robert Giard, 1988, gelatin silver print, 14 by 12 2/3 inches; at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Art. Today is the 29t...

I walked home from dinner at Bar Verde with my friend Andy last night. The night was a pleasant temperature, but with a chilly undertaste of...

  Some thoughts on giving thanks as Thanksgiving weekend draws to a close: there is a wonderful humility that accompanies the joy of accepti...

 

  I promised to tackle some further thoughts about Midnight Mass as soon as I settled down, following the end of the last episode of Saturd...

  I was beyond flattered last fall when director Mike Flanagan, a longtime friend of Wild Fell , reached out to invite the novel to make a “...

  Sean Ryan Schwartz (1993-2021)  In the days since receiving the news last week of the abrupt, cruel death of our friend Sean Schwartz in t...

As the weather evens out from a summer of cruel heat and constant rain, I have taken to sitting at the top of the hill at Riverdale Park wit...

I spent the summer of 1992 in Cambridge, MA, and this album was my soundtrack. It brings everything back—the dreams, the fears, the friendsh...

I have a story I wanted to tell when Carl Nassib came out earlier this summer. I kept it to myself at the time because I was overjoyed abou...

I'm beyond delighted to introduce Vincent Rowe Sowinski, who came into the world at 5:25 PM yesteday, followed by his brother, Logan, at...

  Sangria nights: on this evening in 2015, drinking sangria at Café California and watching the crowds go by on Church Street. My friends Vi...

Fifty-seven years ago tonight, activists Andrew Goodman, Mickey Schwerner, and James Earl Chaney were murdered by the KKK near Philadelphia,...

  I have the oddest feeling that Philippe Mora's Communion (1989) is not a very good film, but I love it anyway, because it makes me no...

From the October 2003 issue of The United Church Observer , a short essay about our legal marriage on June 15th of that year—18 years ago to...