Mordecai Siegal Columns
He was going to be a playwright. He was repped by the William Morris Agency. He drove out to California to…
Manhattan’s answer to the Starbucks Empire is the proliferation of independently owned neighborhood coffee bars. You should not confuse these…
In early October, I received an e-mail invitation from my dear friend, Chaplain Cherilyn Frei, the Director of Spiritual Care…
The following column is reprinted with permission from an article by Mordecai Siegal, which appeared in the beautiful “Cat Fanciers’…
Because of low metabolism, it takes me more than an hour each morning for the blurry sleep to burn off…
In April of this year, I received a letter from an animal rescue worker, Ms. Jean Cullen from Pahrump, Nevada.…
I used to know a cat named Gus, and he would clear a room faster than a kid sucking on…
When I was much younger and uncertain of my future as a writer I often heard about sightings of Norman…
I sort of knew a cat named Bogart back in the Sexy Sixties, and now it can be told that…
