Missing Kitchens
Missing Kitchens

Missing Kitchens

On a February night, three days before the unveiling of our father's stone in a cemetery on Long Island, we three sisters (Mickey, fifty-eight, a clinical psychologist; Susan, forty-nine, a university teacher and writer; Binnie, forty-five, a clinical social worker) assembled around Mickey's dining table to diagram the apartments we lived in when we were growing up. The chairs we sat upon were familiar, but that night, as we tilted toward each other, excitedly scrutinizing each other's memories, they seemed perches more than seats. Like neighboring monarchs mapping disputed territory, we prepared to do a gentle battle with the truth, that is, each of our &dlquo;truths.&rlquo;
Gay Men’s Revenge
Gay Men’s Revenge

Gay Men’s Revenge

"It's a Face-Lifted, Tummy-Tucked Jungle Out There," The New York Times reported not long ago, describing what is available nowadays to the forty-something executive wanting to make his "packaging" more youthful