Category: Top of Mind

“Have we been paid?” To a musician, this question can mean one of two things. Prior to the gig, it translates to a simple financial inquiry. If asked by a band member during the gig, however, especially if casually whispered mid tune, its connotations become exponentially more ominous. The query is a musician’s equivalent to […]

From what I could gather at age 8, the cause of my grandfather’s death was sleep. As people gathered at our home to remember him, everyone who offered condolences emphasized that he had died “in his sleep.” They said it with a reassuring smile and often in a whisper as if to avoid waking anyone […]

I entered Lowe’s a few Sundays back bristling with manliness, as men do the moment they drive into the lot of any mega home improvement store. With a demeanor not unlike Clint Eastwood manning up to the bar, I approached the customer service desk and spread out my collection of returns – a four pack […]

Waking up every day to Trump and his GOP enablers has become the psychological (emphasis on “psycho”) and moral equivalent to living on the ground floor of a two-story outhouse. Every day I feel as if I have to shovel my way out from under a relentless discharge of lies, racist rhetoric, ignorance, and partisan […]

Winter is coming. The mornings have a little bite to them. The shadows are getting longer earlier. A few days ago the elm over the driveway dumped half of its leaves in the time it took me to get from the car door to the side door of the house. Tuesday it rained 8 inches […]

In 1990, I had a falling out with Christianity, a rift caused by an epiphany I experienced in the very throes of trying to see the Light. In today’s rising tide of evangelicals and our neighborhood flood of Hasidim, I am reminded of that falling out, a turning point at which I became fundamentally opposed […]

As they say at the movies, “based (loosely) on actual events.” Thanks and apologies to Helena Antonaccio.   Forbidden Fruit Playboy’s Miss June, 1969. She stared up at us from the floor of the tree fort, half sitting and half standing on the edge of a light brown velvety couch. She was alone and held an […]