Essays & Poems

Diane Keaton died last weekend. I’ve been surprised by my own feelings about it. I am sad, yes, but also… I dunno. The world as a whole feels a little dimmer for our collective loss. When I was a teenager I had the coolest job I have ever had; I was an usher at a […]

I am in a constant state of reinvention. Currently, I am revamping my website to house all of my endeavors – writing, freelance work, podcasting, protest-tees, etc. It gives me something to do, and it forces me to take a personal inventory so I can evaluate where I am, where I’ve been, and what the […]

Reading about the reaction to the Johnny Depp/Amber whatshername mess I caught myself getting worked up. The more I read, the more I felt the lump in my throat and the sheer fucking anger well up from a place I left a long, long time ago.    I wouldn’t describe the sensation I was feeling […]

I’m sitting in my living room looking at pictures on the floor in the hallway; accumulated mementos of a shared life with my favorite person.    In case you thought I was lying Deciding what to keep, what to leave behind… has never really been difficult for me when it was just me. I would […]

I cannot emphasize this enough. We all know those people, you know the ones I’m talking about: dogs are so much better than people… bllllaaaaaahjjjkkllkkadsd.  I mean, that’s what it sounds like once they get to the people part of that sentence.  Look, I fucking love dogs – mine especially. I mean, he has his […]

    Be honest, you were at least a little surprised Derek Chauvin was convicted yesterday. In fact, you were already pretty sure beforehand that even if he was was convicted, it would not be on all charges.  Viewed in a vacuum, I was satisfied with the verdict.  But this case did not occur in […]

  Been thinking about Uncle Ben’s Rice the last couple days. I used to eat it quite a lot. It was so much easier to make than Mexican rice and I am nothing if not a lazy ass Mexican.  I can say that, wypipo, not you.  The other day I blathered on a podcast about […]

  I don’t really know where this is going, I only know I need to write or I might not survive to the next minute.  It was a strange dream I woke from this morning: The Gorgeous Blonde turned on the coffee and packed her bags. I knew that was her plan because I slept […]

  I’ve been thinking a lot about Paris lately.  In high school I read about all the best writers spending time there, writing, finding their voice. That my favorite book was written by a Frenchman only added to my fascination. I was convinced all the women looked like Isabelle Adjani. At nineteen, wandering through this […]