Terry Tales

More Paris, only in LA

Can you have a weekend that was both fun and profound? Emotional yet giddy? Dirty hot while tender? Is it possible ...

The only thing I knew about my great-Aunt Bessie before she passed away while I was in class during my first year ...

Billy would’ve turned forty-four today. I’d have booked a dinner for us at a restaurant that he'd think was ...

There’s a black Miata parked right in front of my house taking up prime parking real estate underneath the ...

I didn’t know Mario, didn’t even know his name. The only thing I knew was that on Memorial Day, I saw a crowd of ...

For some reason, I’ve avoided Paris since I was twenty-four, a trip punctuated by my peeing the hotel’s feather ...

Every time he protests, “It¹s not the same as it used to be,” I know exactly what he means. When we ...

The movers are here, swarming my apartment with paper and tape, packing up every tangible memory I have. I’m ...

That laugh... Billy, Dom and Anthony Squint

I always called it Kenwood, my own post-war Tara in a “transitional” neighborhood. Not a terribly clever name, ...