We Should Love the Damaged Ones

Life

I am fortunate to be friends with a lot of people of solid social and professional status. My friends include CEO’s, philanthropists, senators, lawyers and people for who fight for the inalienable rights of others. My friends also include misfits. The undesireables. They include musicians who really don’t make a firm living but sacrifice that […]

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Like Mother, Like Daughter

Life

I’m sitting across from my daughter who is not so cheerily working on hour number one of about five hours of homework. She is texting her classmates back and forth because she needs a little help and solace and they’re mostly done. They’re done because they’re not the only freshman on the Junior Varsity Volleyball […]

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Let Me Be Weird

Life

I’m too old for this world. I’m not built for it. I travel around it wishing I had some kind of road map that would make navigation easier. Instead, I just bump into things along the way. I’ve come to the conclusion that I just have an old soul and it makes me feel like […]

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So Often You Hear It

Life

There’s a older gentleman that does a lot of work in the community that I manage. His name is Ted and he comes by about once a week to drop off landscape plans he has drawn up for someone and many times I see him out my window and sigh because he’s a bit long […]

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Esther…


Fiction

Her name was Esther. She moved to Phoenix from the Upper West Side of Manhattan after burying both of her parents last year. Everyone thought she was crazy for leaving. She came out to run a methadone clinic that happens to be across a parking lot from a fake store front that sells guns and […]

January 4, 2018

So Many Boxes…


Books

I’ve always been lost in words. My mother gave me a book of Major English Romantic Poets when I was twelve. Keats, Wordsworth, Byron, Shelley, Longfellow. When I was sixteen, I found Shakespeare. At seventeen, I found Thoreau. Eighteen, Walt Whitman. Nineteen, Orwell. Then Hemingway and Carver and Cisneros and Bellow and Kerouac. Then I […]

December 31, 2017

But I’m not good…


Uncategorized

I lie. Often.  It’s the same lie in various iterations. It’s not big. It’s not earth shattering. But, it’s there.  “I’m good! I’m good.” It’s my stock answer when anyone asks me how I’m doing. We have all told this lie. It’s easy. People ask us every day how we’re doing like they’re asking what […]

December 28, 2017