Terry Tales

Family at 99 Battery Place

Being a doorman in Manhattan is a position of prestige and pride, the front line of defense and friendship for the ...

While Bowie didn’t write the detailed narratives of Springsteen, his phrases cut through my mind and they stuck. ...

I celebrated my second anniversary of my move to NYC last night with a large man cooing in my ear while riding the ...

I haven’t seen her in weeks. She’d sit on one of those padded walker-chairs, huddled next to the pay phone. Every ...

I only saw her for a second, but I'll never forget when she looked straight at me, smiled a famous smile, and said ...

Hanging out the window as the sun goes down.

It was pure comedy gold when my face kissed the sidewalk on Chambers St in front of an audience the size of an ...

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

I’d just finished screaming at my secretary. I might have made her cry. I didn’t know or care. She’d lost the call ...

The lyrics to the song came to me as soon as I opened the door to the loft, inspiration in an instant. The first ...

I had to get this one task just right. I had to. The autopsy took a week. I played out the gruesome things they ...