May 2014


The old Dean Martin song reflects what’s been on my mind lately–memory. How accurate it is or isn’t, and, in the case of memoir, whether or not it matters. An upcoming paper I’m presenting on Virginia Woolf and memoir is the occasion for the research and reflection, but it’s a factor in my personal essays as well.

Which is a way to introduce my recently published piece, “Memento Mori” (“remember you must die,”) which challenged my recall. I’ll echo another Wolff, Tobias, who, in This Boy’s Story said: “… memory has its own story to tell. But I have done my best to make this a truthful story.”

Here’s “Memento Mori” in Jet Fuel Review.

So, as the story goes–my story–I tried to learn Italian after failing miserably at Spanish and French. Insanity, they say, is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results….

But I had fun writing about it, and “Che bella lingua” (linked here) appears in the Spring issue of Tinge Magazine.

Ciao!