Whenever I finish a big project like a novel, part of me is unnerved. I wonder if I have another story in me.

Here’s a link to an essay published this winter in The Under Review, a literary review that showcases sports-related themes.

I’m working on a screenplay about a family of musicians. The more I understand the Bresson family dynamic, the more an image of a rickety old upright piano sits at the story’s center.

People sometimes ask me about process. As in, how do I go about creating stories? There’s no definitive answer. I’ll go out on a limb and say it’s not easy.

After watching David Byrne’s American Utopia I decided to revisit Stop Making Sense, the seminal Talking Heads film directed by the late Jonathan Demme.

Optimism. Possibility. Change. These words are at the heart of David Byrne’s Broadway show.

Rafal Nadal: King of Clay

I feel stupid and self-conscious wearing a face-mask but it might just save another human being’s life.

Okay, a couple of comments about this photo...

He was many things in his all-too -brief life: husband, father, business executive. Tennis ranked right up there, too.

With music by Harry Connick, Jr.

Language makes my heart thud harder; my creative juices jolt alive. It’s why I write.