September 13, 2018

Fishnets

When I was a kid, fishermen spread their nets to dry in the field across the street. My brother and I learned to ride bikes in this field; on crabgrass, hay, rocks and these fishing nets which caught our tires … Read more

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June 5, 2018

Craigslist vs. Dog Park

“When you show up at the Craigslist house and every member of the household is female, including, like, their parakeets.”

“Yeah. And they’re sitting in lawn chairs in the yard, eating spaghetti.”

“A little quirky, so you remember them forever. … Read more

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March 9, 2018

Attention

“We are meant to travel lightly through this world.”

– Elizabeth Kübler-Ross

Chromesthesia brings colors into the room with music. Like a lot of musicians, I live in a rushing world of too vivid and too funny, with a broken … Read more

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November 23, 2017

Close to Midnight

Close to midnight a while back, I found myself profiling cops on the side of the highway. I was being followed by some Trump supporters who’d threatened me and my son as they’d threatened many others. They were confused, angry … Read more

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August 22, 2017

Batman Lizard

Beach kid, tiny little hoodie, gooey face, waiting for the movie to start: “Did you see this?”

He holds out a broken seashell.

Me, admiring it: “That’s…shiny.”

Him, earnest: “No, no, no, no, I mean yeah.” He stares with deep … Read more

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May 29, 2017

Killing a Southern Belle

Helping a friend unload amps out of the back of his van and into a dark theater, I looked over the street at some serious blue in the air. Magic hour mist glows cobalt in LA. “Look at the blue,” … Read more

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February 20, 2017

Power Prayer

Yesterday, a woman sitting across from me with beautiful, Star-Trek-prom-date hair, suddenly stood up and tore a piece of paper off the wall next to her desk. “I’ll be right back,” she told me. I waited and listened to Pink … Read more

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September 13, 2016

❤️

What if there was no spotlight shining down on standing in your truth? No photo ops, no one watching, no shared anger. What if your belief system quietly faded you into the background? How strong is your stomach for thatRead more

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July 19, 2016

A Strange Porch

The cingulate gyrus connects the limbic system to the cerebral cortex; a little like our animal selves speaking to our super egos. Still mysterious to us. The pictures we store, the flashes of insight and technicolor faces…how do we determine … Read more

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July 12, 2016

reflect and refine

The more time we spend in reflection, the more we refine our sensibilities. Reflect on friendship and you keep those with tangible bonds, let wispier ones drift away. Reflect on your children and control begins to slip as you watch. … Read more

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