Today I sang at the Filoli. My chorus, the Oakland Gay Men’s Chorus, had been invited to be the finale to their Pride celebration. The Filoli is a beautiful old house and gardens; it’s inContinue reading

A LONG TIME AGO there was a man whose name was John Paul Jones. This was not the name he’d been born with; he was in a bit of legal trouble, so he changed itContinue reading

When you know someone well, you wind up having the same conversations more than once. My father and I, for example, have been having the same conversation about Benedict Arnold for the last few months.Continue reading

I began my writing career with no expectation that I would ever change my name. It was short, it was easy to spell, and I had the best of all possible initials for a scienceContinue reading