

Essays
A collection of writings spanning 2004 to 2025, originally published in The American Magazine.
Latest work
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Paperboy
Read more: PaperboyDon’t break windows. My folksy adolescent world included ancients who reveled in proverbs and bromides. I delivered an evening newspaper and every month walked door-to-door to collect cash, checks and — with luck — tips. My busybody eagerness gave my customers pause, eliciting their proverbial advocacy. I was repeatedly told…
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Me Tarzan
Read more: Me TarzanGazzetta: Sexual and soccer priorities in their “right”places. On a leaden July day when even “bro-dude”-rich ESPN dedicated prime website real estate to the women’s World Cup and Germany’s conquests, Italy’s Gazzetta dello Sport didn’t even mention that women were playing soccer, let alone at the World Cup level. Instead, the only…
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21 cats
Read more: 21 catsNo neutering allowed… Imeet a cat-lover at the airport. Furtive meetings aren’t my style but he’s passing through on his way to Moscow. He shows me his new digital equipment, a phone, a pad, a laptop. He tells me about a new American commercial. “You want cats?” a voice asks.…
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Terminals
Read more: TerminalsDetail from “Man Reading Newspaper,” by Colombian artist Fernado Botero. At the Rome airport comes a sudden change of plans. I am shunted from the international terminal, where I’d been waiting for a flight, to the domestic one. Confusion about planes and flight crews has undone the morning’s marching orders.…
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Heat Cheerful
Read more: Heat CheerfulFrom a pet rabbit to a broken boiler. Returning from a minimalist apartment in the city center shared by friend and his Barcelona-born rabbit, I come home to a broken boiler. No surprise. Excitable Rome is prone to breakage. A technician arrives the next day and probes my boiler with…
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“Me”
Read more: “Me”Anthony Weiner: “Me” marks the sore spot. Ilived my pre-adolescent years among mischief-makers and petty vandals. I belonged peripherally to the mischief faction. I once locked a cat in an oven. The vandals upped the ante, hiding behind pine trees and tossing pebbles at passing cars or taking turns firing…











