My Apologies to the Guitarist at the Rail House in Rahway, NJ
As I stumbled down the narrow side street which led from the bar to our apartment, my husband was trying desperately to hold an umbrella over me. It was the first week of December in Northern New Jersey and the rain drops pelting us should have been icy cold....
Jew Out of Water
Whenever I tell someone I am a Jew, I wait for someone to disagree with me. This is the double-edged sword of living in Ohio and working with the folks I work with: no one really knows anything about Judaism. As I am the first out gay person some...
Desert Thunderstorms
This is what I think of when I think of rain: thunderstorms in Tucson. (Thanks Kent Wood, photographer with a porn star name.) It is weird living a place where it rains all the time and there is so little thunder and lightning. While I suppose there is some...