Where have you gone The girl who passed by Where have you gone? I think of you all the time She walked along the road, 50 years ago I was a boy, inside a shop, looking out a window, at her. It was spring I think The sun was still faint I remember The breeze…
I was born and raised in Chicago. How I thought of that city, which I left before I became an adult, was cloaked and colored under the family who brought me up there and who soaked their biases into my head. That Chicago, more specifically Lincolnwood, became a suffocating, judgmental, intolerant and petty landscape of…
Yesterday, I went down to photograph Darren, a friend in the Marina who just took a new apartment on Tahiti Way, one with water and boat views. Sunday. In the Marina. I had been here many Sundays before. When my Mom was alive, before cancer, still walking and living at 4337 Admiralty Way, I often…
52 years ago, in Park Ridge, IL, a 28-year-old woman labored in Lutheran General Hospital for 20 hours and gave birth to me. Yesterday, we were together again, at 8:30am, inside UCLA Medical in Santa Monica, CA to hear the news that her cancer had spread from lung to bone and most likely would kill…
July 4th weekend was hot. All day long the sun beat down and broiled the city, blinding and exhausting it. You were either at the beach or in your house, air-conditioned. Napping was involuntary. They were lighting off explosives all weekend here in Van Nuys, late into the night. I imagined a city all around…
For a few days, last week, I reprised a role I had once played, three decades ago, in the city of Boston. Some friends of mine, residents of Los Angeles, will soon relocate near Boston University and one of them will enter graduate school and study physical therapy. Thanks to a very generous cousin in…
