• Divine Intervention

     “The Marlborough” & “Divine Intervention” In 2007 I was awarded a Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Award in the playwriting category for “The Marlborough” a screenplay which loosely chronicled my adventures in 1960’s Baltimore & friendship with future John Waters’ star Divine. I have now written “Divine Intervention” a memoir that is more of a deep dive into that story, speaking of my childhood in East Baltimore, my break with my parents and subsequent move downtown. There I met a group of eccentric and extraordinary friends including Glenn Milstead (the soon-to-be-famous Divine), designer Van Smith, director John Waters and a host of actors and students who supported my freedom…

  • Kent Island

    “Kent Island, The Land That Once Was Eden” ISBN 0-938420-84-4 Maryland Historical Society Press 2002 This blend of history and memory began as my thesis project in the Master of Liberal Arts program at Johns Hopkins University. Include image of book cover and 2 book excerpts & reviews as on the previous site

  • Excerpt: Chapter 1

    Growing up in East Baltimore: I was born into a home of financial caution and religious zeal, in an East Baltimore row house one half block from both St. Matthews church and the garish lights of Luby’s Chevrolet.  It seems to me now that those two buildings represent the contradictory tows of my childhood – the good, delineated by an ever present and ponderous religious life versus the temptations of the temporal world so flamboyantly illustrated in that car dealership’s art-deco signage in flashing pink and turquoise.  My parents were devout. From babyhood my brother and I were immersed in Christianity, attending church and Sunday school plus a widening number…

  • Excerpt: Chapter Two

    My grandmother’s house sat on a low rise, it’s narrow lane of sand and oyster shell curving gently past the barn,ending abruptly in the front yard. It was surrounded by a wide green lawn, several outbuildings and a riotous abundance of trees and shrubs. The incessant trip at last at an end, I burst from the car like a racehorse from the gate, rushing to the waiting arms of my grandmother. I knew, and had always known that though I was perfect nowhere else, for this woman I was entirely so. She was perfect for me as well, as was this place. Beyond the cool shade of her porch, draped…

  • Exerpt: Chapter One

    Relegated to the back seat with my torturer brother, I sat brim-filled with anticipation, my feet atop the blue metal cooler containing our lunch. In addition to luggage, the car was packed with foods gleaned from the diverse markets and bakeries of Baltimore—-fat juicy oranges, hands of bananas, rich German buttercakes and delicate star-shaped cookies topped with chocolate or raspberry jam. The back window abounded with breads—-soft rolls, Vienna, pumpernickel and Italian loaves peeked from their paper envelopes, and the cooler held (in addition to lunch) coldcuts, cheeses, thickly sliced bacon and fat sausages securely wrapped in crisp white butcher’s paper. In my youthful perception, the drive was eternal. We…