I'm an Israeli-American, Hollywood, CA native
who writes fiction, plays, essays & poetry. A common theme of mine is embracing your youness by not following the fold.
Also, I'm a TV/film actor & mixed media artist.
My Chat with Leno
Success. It feels so far, far away. Like maybe it all happened in a dream or a movie. But not a movie that I wrote and starred in. Just one I happen to have watched, on a loop, for several years. God, I miss that movie.
That One Time When I Was Full of Sh*t
I never, for the life of me, thought that I’d ever be so inclined to write a story about poop, let alone my very own poop, yet, here I am.
In I Go
I take a sip of my drink and allow myself to become hypnotized by the passing waves. I imagine each wave is a moment of my past. Some of them are sweet and small. Like weekend hot fudge sundaes with my mom. Some are soothing and lulling. Like falling asleep in the back of my dad’s Dodge Dart after a late night Passover at my Aunt Liza’s. Others are rough and rebellious like my sister’s cancer and the avoidance of my feelings about my sister’s cancer.
The Stranger on the Plane
The thing about traveling alone is that you don’t know who you’ll get stuck sitting next to. It’s a good idea to always bring a book on long flights. But on the day that Jocelyn chose to fly to Hawaii for a private getaway, she packed her book in her check-in luggage and only had the thrilling inflight magazine to keep her busy. And busy is how she tried desperately to look when her flight mate, Horace, sat down beside her.
Learning Italian as a Grown-up
“A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.” -Gaston Bachelard I’ve thought a lot about languages since I was a kid.
But I'm on the Guest List
Hundreds of them, climbing over each other in sad desperation. But, I'm on the guest list! They scream while throwing out names that they just heard the guy next to them say. We are awaiting approval from the cocky, well-dressed bouncer at the door. The guy I'm with pretends not to care if we get in. It's a first date and he's making like he doesn't really want to get into this VIP club in Beverly Hills. He makes like he could care less if they lift the velvet rope and allow us regular folx to enter the plastic people haven. Even though, he's the one who brought us here.
How Pretending It's the 1990s is Good for You
Okay, maybe I'm a bit biased. I had my own TV show in the '90s (BZZZ!) and it afforded me some unforgettable times. I was young, wild, and FREEEEEEEE. WEEEEEEEE! But, really, it's not just my own life that I think about when I think about the 1990s. It's yours. Yes, you-you who were maybe just birthed into this world then. Let's pretend then is now.