I Heard it on the Taconic

My doctor brushes a gloved fingertip across my naked stomach, and frowns. “That needs to come off,” he says. I glance down and see nothing but skin. I don’t like him, this doctor.  I like the scalpel that has suddenly appeared in his hand even less. He leans on my chest to hold me still, […]

Liza’s Red Shoes …Sort of.

When I was in my late teens, I had the very good fortune of being invited by my boyfriend to work at the local summerstock theater; The Woodstock Playhouse. I found myself in an exciting, challenging place with famous and talented actors and dancers. My co-workers and I became fast friends. We worked ridiculous hours, […]