Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Have I been good enough, Mother? Oh how I miss the days when your skin was smooth, and bronzed How your smile beamed when you saw my little face Remember when you let me stay up late, way, way past bedtime To watch scary movies curled up on the cozy Read more
“I want to die.” It was hard to hear when my mother first said the words to me over the phone, but I understood why she felt that way. Besides robbing her of memory, that thief dementia had stolen my mom’s independence, dignity and ability to have an adult conversation. Read more
January Flashback: Originally published on FC, September 2014 As a celebrity and fashion hairstylist, I often find myself living out of a suitcase. The majority of my time is spent in the USA, splitting my home between New York, Los Angeles, and Miami. Today, I’m landing in Paris, where I Read more
I get older; you get older. That’s how this works. My legs are healing. Bright pockmarks of red and white mark where the surgeon’s knife entered. An “X” to kill the tributaries. That’s what he told me. A balding, gentle man in his late seventies with his hands on my Read more
In the time stripes run off to infinite raspberry rows, beach towels and barbed-wire fences white stones at veteran cemeteries, shirts on jockeys whip-flay scars on the winced back In those hours when engineers offer more parallels and planes, staircases, highway lines while poets write left to right, or right Read more
What is it with age? When we’re very young all we want to do is grow old in a hurry, then when we’re teenagers we act like toddlers. As do many seniors. The big crunch comes in middle age and stems from the looming terror of growing old, but it Read more
For Leonard I’ve seen this room, and I’ve walked this floor. You know, I used to live alone before I knew you. The ceilings in my apartment in Wilkes-Barre are at least twenty feet high. I am not yet twenty-seven and am already divorced. When I come home drunk, I Read more
Tonight at the cafe I just crashed into my age Fractured my pride Wounded my self-image It doesn’t matter how old I feel The fact is, I AM OLD, and I was just rejected because I am 69, and not 59 No matter that I don’t look 69 Or feel Read more