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
Another article about my birthday that I published eight years ago. Update: Still working on telling that story. In a few days, I will turn 45 years old. A momentous occasion I have decided. It officially marks my exact middle age. I am officially halfway through. See, the men in my family do not usually
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
I stand atop the Sand Dunes at the foot of the Sangre de Cristo, the blood of Christ, my back to the wind. The sand swirls around me, my pockets fill with it, my feet sink in it till I am buried up to my ankles. There are grains of sand in my teeth and
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.
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.
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