Stephanie Silber Wordsworks

In the beginning there was Tom, though we wouldn’t know his name until later.  He was rarely seen at first, but his cries in the night, both amorous and territorial, were frequent.  He moved like a phantom, a swift shadow.  … Continue reading →

We stayed up well past our bedtime last Saturday night.  We’d turned out for Black 47’s last show at Connolly’s, New York City headquarters for over 15 years to that peripatetic band.  Though we’ll attend the “final show ever” at … Continue reading →

This blog title was Vic’s idea.  He knew I was struggling with the writer’s curse: lack of initiative, lack of inspiration, and an unhealthy dollop of depression. “Just take it from the song title and go from there,” he told … Continue reading →

It took fifteen years to make EVERYTHING IS FOREVER.  So what’s another thirty hours out of my life to fly from New York to Croatia to screen the film at a festival?  One word: Hell.  Just for starters, airport food … Continue reading →

I go to an Allman Brothers concert with Rocky.  It is at the Fillmore.  We take the train in.  I stare out the window at the rows of identical houses rushing by, thinking in terror that I must take myself … Continue reading →

The tree guy showed up at 9 AM exactly, as he’d promised.  A big man with a basso profundo voice, he got right down to business, and he didn’t mince words.  My beloved old maple in the back yard, the … Continue reading →