What does the Road Less Taken look like?

Messy.  Lots of detours.  No GPS.  

Robert Frost aside, in my case, it means being an inner-city school teacher (South Bronx/South Central), actor, comedian, private investigator, playwright, journalist, and an OB/GYN pelvic model (yes, there is such a thing.)

It is a Tuesday night.  9:30 p.m.  I was hoping to catch a friend’s 10:30 show in Hollywood, but it’s not looking likely.  After all, I’m in East LA, I’m naked, and the guy hunkered down between my thighs can not find my cervix.

From the essay At Your Cervix

I re-traced your footsteps to that miserable little Tibetan monastery.  It was hard to get the monks to talk, what with that vow of silence and all – and how do you threaten someone who regards death as a promotion?

"Emma" from ARTIFICE