by James Michael Starr | Sep 30, 2022 | Uncategorized
Keli looked around her, and in turning felt the sticky skin on the inside of her elbows peel away from the sides of her calves. That alone made it feel as though she’d sat an entire day sulking, her arms wrapped around her legs. But in reality only a half hour...
by James Michael Starr | Sep 30, 2022 | Uncategorized
Free. At Last – Andy Warhol: The Last Decade at The Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth Free. At Last – Andy Warhol: The Last Decade at The Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth To this day, mention his name and most people only see the Campbell’s Soup Cans or pastel...
by James Michael Starr | Jul 7, 2022 | Uncategorized
At left, the sister I never knew I had, who would grow up to nudge me toward forgiveness. O N THE 22ND OF JUNE, 2020, I received a somewhat cryptic text message from my last living cousin back in Ohio. She was the baby sister to the three boys with whom I’d...
by James Michael Starr | Jun 16, 2022 | Uncategorized
Above: The collage of butterfly wings on my mother’s photo that launched my personal mythology. M Y MOTHER, the 44-year-old woman I sat next to on the couch that day in 1973, had finally left her troubled past behind. My mob-connected step-father, who in 1962...
by James Michael Starr | Jun 16, 2022 | Uncategorized
Above: The letter my mother wrote me soon after we were reconciled in 1973. O NCE I SAW MY MOTHER AGAIN—face-to-face for the first time since I was eleven—I was married and 23. And there I sat, on her couch in Cleveland, Ohio, as she tried to explain why she left us...
