When people asked why I moved to Los Angeles, I smirked before claiming L.A. was
All the Way To Barrow, Alaska
You Never Thought You’d Be Alone This Far Down the Line
The temperature outside hovers around 100 degrees, and the Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling (GLOW) are overacting on my TV screen.
Jethro Tull In A Thunderstorm
“Why would you pay good money to see Jethro Tull?” That’s the first question people asked me
The Velvet Couch
I don’t remember exactly how old I was. The outer boundaries are maybe five years old, as that’s
The Mutable Measure of Writing Success
One half of a lifetime ago, I walked into a Los Angeles bookstore.
When Music Breaks Us
Now and then music will break me.
Fake Santa
Icy wind stretched the full 250 miles separating Savannah from Spartanburg, but that was more the fault of my means of conveyance than it was some kind of force majeure.
380 Steps
During my mid-twenties, I worked a cruddy job in a call center. The company was great and the people with whom I worked couldn’t have been nicer, but
Why I Write What I Write (and Why I Read What I Read)
My first attempt at literary writing occurred at nine years old.
Confessions Of An Apathetic Football Fan
What follows is an accounting of nearly 50 years of football fandom, if it can be called that.
