I’m thinking, now always, of Ron Vawter and of lives cut short. I’m coming to the realization that the greatest waves of sadness seem to come to me on the most beautiful days and I can’t help but feel guilty for wasting them with rot and melancholy.  I’m thinking of Vawter’s heart shopping on that plane, of the end wherever it may lurk. The world is painfully sharp and I can’t seem to stay in…

What if I tried to summon the ghost of Roy Cohn? Who would I bring along with me?

I would march downstairs and proclaim, “I am going to summon the ghost of Roy Cohn.” And my brother would laugh, and my sister would leave the room, and father would not have heard me, and my mother would go, “okay.” She would say just “okay,” and maybe “be safe.”

I would walk outside and gather my friends, wherever…

(Lauv’s “I Like Me Better” plays as an overture.)

Jeanie and Todd were just two regular people, working and playing in New York City; the Big Apple, bursting with life, with possibility around every corner. Little did they know, the next corner each of them turned would change their lives forever.

Jeanie was a Midwestern girl with big dreams. She was diligently working her way up to the top of…