Swordfish Suite

Gone for eight months---where have I been? Tax season always intercedes, and for the first third of the year, I am as busy as a one armed p...

I've written about this before, I think, but it always bears repeating. It's an old story in my house. When we were growing up, She ...

I did my best to smile up at her, transfixed by her glittering eyes and smirky smile, the aroma of her perfume wafting in and out, mixing w...

I've started off my new year with the usual vows to get to the gym more, eat healthier, things like that. But after this morning, perhap...

This year, She and I have decided to downscale Christmas gifts for each other, steering away from larger and more expensive items towards sm...

The day laborers all congregate across the road from the 7 Eleven, patiently waiting for someone to drive past and hire them for a days labo...

Like everyone else waiting for the subway on a Saturday morning, I occupied myself by checking my blackberry, reading, staring into space wh...