My little dog is very old now. I miss the younger dog, once admired by the likes of Paul McCartney, Kim Basinger, Anne Hathaway, and the steady stream of New York City strollers who have […][…]
As a boy, my younger brother resembled one of the delicate dolls with which he populated his early, private life. Sitting up in bed when I arrived home from school, he was something beautiful, paradoxically […][…]
