Explore raw, unfiltered reflections on life, loss, identity, and love. From monogamy to madness, these real-life stories pull no punches — and they just might hit home.
I remember Kelly. She was a little spark plug from my Amalia’s days, back when I was “separated” but still technically married to the wreckage. She was spunky, cheerleader energy,
There was this little Mormon girl named Kelly. We were on-again, off-again, a beautiful, chaotic pendulum. She was one of the greatest teachers I ever had. She was… advanced. Coming
I wasn’t looking for a miracle when I moved from the Sedona fog down to the Scottsdale heat; I was just looking for a fresh start and a drink that
You spend twenty years in a marriage, and you get used to a certain level of… service. Whoopie three, four times a day. Your body gets programmed. When that gets
The rot didn’t start with the politicians or the media. It started in the goddamn living room. It started when the quiet, respectable, and completely rigid Traditional Family Structure—the one
I grew up in that strange, beautiful, and completely fucked-up pocket of the 80s where nobody had really figured out how to raise a kid, but everyone was damn sure
remember reading about this artist. A sculptor. A crazy, beautiful bastard who would just sit there, in a cold studio, staring at a giant, rough block of white marble for
We were twenty. We were stupid. We were filled with that special, dangerous kind of confidence that only comes from a pocket full of Navy pay and a belly full
You have to understand, for the first part of my “adult” life, I was a beer man. This was back when I was working for the Japanese, back when I
It’s a funny goddamn thing, getting old. It’s not one big event. It’s a series of quiet, pathetic, and completely humiliating little surrenders. Yeah, you get the “benchmarks.” The day
You have to understand, I was living in a goddamn chicken coop on the North Shore. A beautiful, respectable, and completely absurd little box. And I was working a job
I’ve got this picture. A canvas. Seal Beach pier, all quiet, gray, and empty. He signed the back of it. A gift to me. It’s one of the few, minimalist,
