House of the Blue Lights

Lynn and Jack. I still can’t separate that in my mind (it would be literally etymologically incorrect). Lynn and Jack had a profound impact ...

I worked for Jack and Lynn at the Workshop from 1982 to 1986, when my son was born. I would have come back, but Lynn told me to stay home an...

I have a family, a small one: brother, my adult children and their significant others. There's my–I guess I have to use the modifier to ...

There were twin bright blue crushed velvet armchairs With curved backs and deep arms You could curl right up in one of them, like a cat, ...

I have an imaginary friend. No one can see them except me, and I can't really see them. They follow me around, just over my right shoul...

First, a confession. I did, actually, leave Chicago last year. I moved 50 feet north of Howard Street, and now live in Evanston. It wasn...

This is my America. Because until the Civil Rights Act, for the vast bulk of our history, racial animus, racism, has been the ent...