Working Stiffed
My husband was jobless, and my resentment was growing.
By Lisa A. Phillips
The Boston Globe Magazine
August 24, 2008
I didn't marry for money. I met my husband at an artists' colony, where people knew one another for their
creative pursuits first - art in his case, writing in mine. Most of us did something else to pay the bills. Bill
had a sweet deal, I thought. He worked two to three weeks at a time, helping museums around the
country set up their exhibits. Other weeks, he painted.
Romancing 'The Monk'
I was the woman who ended his celibacy. But could I give him the peace he once had?
By Lisa A. Phillips
The Boston Globe Magazine
October 14, 2007
Soon after I started working with him at a small-town radio station, The
Monk cooked me dinner. He wasn't actually a monk anymore, but I was
intrigued that he had been one, in Ananda Marga, an India-based
spiritual organization I'd never heard of before. I was a lapsed Jew,
practically an atheist, and I found this rather exotic. I was drawn to his
air of calm authority, unusual for his 31 years, and the simple way he
lived.
MODERN LOVE
I Couldn’t Let Go of Him. Did It Make Me a Stalker?
By LISA A. PHILLIPS
The New York Times
Published: December 3, 2006
WE were standing in the aisle of a crowded predawn bus, deep in
conversation, oblivious to those around us. He was telling me about a new
staging of “A Streetcar Named Desire” that was all the rage in the field of
queer theory. Stanley was played by a woman, Blanche by a man. “I saw it at
a conference last semester,” he said. “It was great.”


