Once upon a bimah – the genesis of a writer’s career

My first crush was the Pikesville library in Baltimore. Every Saturday, my parents would usher me into the small, ancient red brick building quietly ensconced along one of the less-developed business roads in Pikesville. I would spend what seemed like hours quietly...

A monologue – Zulman

I hate the thought that I’m vincible. And it’s a word. If you can be invincible than you can be vincible. “Whoever dies with the most money wins, right?” That’s BULLSHIT! When I was little and all the other children had pictures on their walls of Babe Ruth and Steve...

Confessions of a Reality TV Junkie – looking back

A reprinted article I had published April 27th 2005 I’m a reality TV junkie. I know this is a taboo declaration, especially from a working writer in this town; however, I admit it. Shhh. Send me to a 12 step program, give me an intervention, but I can’t help...