When Circumstances Are Right
My study is dusty and cluttered, a room jammed with all the items that go with being O’Grady: books lining the walls and stacked on the floor, file drawers crammed with manuscripts, storage boxes...
Monthly Archive: December 2020
Sticking Together
Late one November afternoon, we stood before the gates of Woodlawn Cemetery on Jerome Avenue in the Bronx. We entered and came upon a quaint gatekeeper’s cottage with a uniformed guard inside. He took...
Mud Meadow
The name of our place is Mud Meadow. I’m not sure how that came about, but it’s what my father always called it. I don’t know if he made it up himself or heard...
A Dead Cat
Stories are like weeds—they come up everywhere and unexpectedly. Sometimes when I’m reading, I’ll nod off and find myself in the middle of a story that hasn’t been written yet. In that shadowy territory...