lives in Urbandale, IA; he is always thirty four years old and goes to Supercuts to get a side parted trim every six weeks. HIs girlfriend comes over three times a week and they eat pasta and a plate of…
Category: writer
I’ve always known I would write. In 4th grade and 6th grade I was chosen to go to Young Author’s Conference while living in Indiana; both stories were about orphan boys looking for homes; I’m adopted; psych majors can ring…
I bought an artificial Christmas tree, something I said I would never do. Last year a friend of mine fed me grief pellets through my shame cage for buying real trees, dressing their corpse in decorations for a couple…
One of the worst jobs that ever had me, and as an artist all jobs are at best a nuisance and mostly a time gobbler, was at Kaiser Permanente, the health insurance company out in California. KP’s corporate office was…
Back in New York time which is three clocks stuffed inside one as my brain re-acclimates and puts all the thought monkeys back on the treadmills; I will say, coming back from a week in suburban Pittsburgh that I am…