Bonnie

Hi Mom

Mom and me at St. Robert’s Hours after we buried my mother, I fell ill with an unparalleled monster flu. Looking …

Grafting the Future

At the Hotel Vitale, they leave ideas rather than chocolates on your pillow at night. I first stayed there in …

Mars, Venus and Uranus

The sexes are NOT equal. Our differences are too complex–and fascinating–for us to ever hope for a solution as banal as “equality.”

My Prickly Valentine

Everything is relative. As I write, a three-year-old girl, Charlotte, is singing loudly on the floor of Caffe Fiore, a made-up song …

True Grit

All week, I’ve been considering Bonnie’s response to my previous entry: “Writers are conduits. Now that you’ve opened yourself, you’re …