What I'm working on now: a personal essay about my two years at a Catholic boarding school, St. John Villa Academy in Staten Island, that overlooked the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge. I was in second and third grade there during the mid sixties. My mother was divorced, and at the time, she had almost no options to send me to day school near our apartment in Queens. She worked full time in the Financial District as a secretary. I hope to capture the loneliness and isolation I felt as a child there and the meaning of the two friendships, which helped me survive during those two years. I recently found these two friends, one whose father was a widower at the time, the other who thought her father deceased but finds out in her 20's/30's that he's still alive.