Driving through oh-my-god-I’m-going-to-die fog is one of my favorite things. It’s thick and creamy and gray and dreamy. Give me a few passengers and I love it even more. I’ll scream during every turn of the tour out of sheer joy and excitement. When am I ever up that early with actual people to share being up that early with? But this morning I was by myself so I kept quiet and got lost. I thought about leadership. It was scary […]
Sometimes you’re leaning in a doorway, watching a man eat a steak with his pants and boxers around his ankles, and to be polite, you avert your eyes and see a small red Dirt Devil by your side. You ask aloud, “What was that movie called about witches who rode vacuums? With Sarah Jessica Parker, Bette Midler, and some fat, funny woman?” You can’t remember. No one around you can either. The following day you’re still talking about it (with […]
Categories: stories • Tags: Bette Midler, Halloween, Hocus Pocus, Sarah Jessica Parker, Witchcraft
Environments trigger more sensations in me in than music, art – maybe even people. It’s why I rearrange my bedroom when I’m upset, it’s why a disheveled office inspires curiosity, it’s why naval air stations trigger plasmic releases from my nether regions. It was my first excursion to the Alameda Naval Air Station at night. Everything from the security lights just bright enough to meet code, to the massive ships that were the finest examples of neo brutalist architecture on a […]
Categories: stories • Tags: Alameda California, Alameda Naval Air Station, Brutalist architecture
You know how they say serial killers usually start off hurting animals? Ryan’s idea of a play date was me coming over to watch him hurl bricks at lizards sunbathing on his backyard wall. The kid played sports and had great aim. Ryan’s idea of a play date was me coming over to watch him give baby birds that had fallen out of trees swimming lessons. The kid had a shovel and could dig deep holes fast. Ryan’s idea of […]
Categories: stories
She was a sitcom quality neighbor. Her laughter passed walls, hedges, driveways, and entered our house every night…and we didn’t even have to let her in. Her hair was a massive tree of curls, every branch reaching a different direction, trying to capture the whole of the sun. Her hair tree succeeded. It was jet black. One day, her tree of jet black hair caught a Japanese beetle. I was in the back seat of her van, watching her drive […]
Categories: stories • Tags: Japanese Beetle, laughs, memory, Neighbors
Florescent yellow bralette. Mastectomy. Love and acceptance. I’ve met a woman who is comfortable with her body; showing and sharing all its wrinkled lopsidedness. What made her nudity different than the unclothed women at the spa or the gym? I’m not sure. Maybe that there was a story to go with it. A story about being an overworked chef with children who missed her. Eating “meals” of sauce samplings over the trash can, getting breast cancer and looking forward to […]
Categories: snippets • Tags: breast cancer, chef
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