- Houdini
There’s that scrabble of tiny feet again. Late at night in my turtle bus bed …
- Unveiling
Back from my dad’s “unveiling” in Toronto – that’s a Jewish thing, a year after …
- Remembering Tammy Fudge
I remember Tammy Fudge. That really was her name. As if that wasn’t enough, Tammy …
- A twig in my teeth
A daydreaming monk falls off a cliff. As the monk is plunging downward he sees …
- All the ladies in the house
The Babbling Buddha draws a stream of wondrous and wondering women. They wander up the …
