Once, a long time ago, I lived in a house near the edge of the world. In the winter, when the air was still, I would lie awake at night and listen to the Ocean, to the waves. Relentless. Never-ending. In my mind, I could see them. They would turn and curl and fall forward
Once, a long time ago, I stood in the sky far above the world. The observation deck of the World Trade Center was more than 1000 feet high. The windows were wide, floor-to-ceiling glass. The first thing I did was press my nose against it, my hands beside my face, fingers splayed wide. I looked
Once, a long time ago, I told you I would love you forever. I never intended to lie to you. I am back in San Francisco, the place where we once lived together. It has been … what now? 15 years? Or is it 20? I don’t remember things the way that I should. I
Welcome everyone to this thing that I do… On this episode I’ll be telling a story of loss and sadness. One of melancholy nostalgia with just a twinge of regret - in other words the standard, normal stuff that I write. The story I read this time is one from a series called The Impermanence of Objects.
Welcome everyone to this thing that I do… On this episode I’ll be telling a story of loss and sadness...again. This time its all about New Jersey and the beach and being on the boardwalk. I talk about cooking in a restaurant and the reality of Jersey Shore life (spoiler - its not like MTV). I
