The Index Card Project: thousands of cards, decades of notes. Assemblages—hybrid essays, of sorts—built from 1 to 7 cards, 2 to 3 times a month. An imperfect way of being my imperfect self in an imperfect world. There will be other ways…
Brooklyn, fifty-something, writer, professor, husband, father of two adult sons, oldest of seven siblings—confused Jew, tangled mind, unfinished stories, questions abound. At work on Egress, a hybrid "novel."