It's been a helluva year. With death and serious illness in my social circle, and my striking a half century in age, it seemed like it was time for me to do something enormously adult and, frankly, quite sobering: get my affairs in order. That's the euphemism many of us use for writing a will and thinking about The End. I was scheduled to have a
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"You sound like an old Jewish mother," he said. "Don't mind me, I'll just sit here alone in the dark."
When he was in third grade, a teacher asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. All the other kids said things like "fireman," "soldier," "race car driver." He said, "Stand-up comedian." That's my bro.
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As a writer, what have you learned about literary estates?
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