In the cold fluorescent light of the bathroom at my downtown office, I grinned at myself in the mirror like a fool. You are a fucking gem, I thought, and someone worthwhile is going to notice it and never want to give…
As I reached the tiny tea-light candle out to the flame of one of the hundreds already dancing on the small metal structure, I held my breath and prayed, starting out the same way I always did: Dear Lord, please…
Ciao, tutti! I’ve been in Italy for about two and a half weeks now, and I figured it was time for an update. I’m hoarding most of my best writing for the book (sorry, but I haven’t yet decided whether…
I like to think I’m considered to be pretty flexible among my friends. I can usually be convinced to meet up anywhere, to do almost anything – to the point where I think it annoys people sometimes that I don’t…
“So you’re not writing at all about this wedding and your feelings about it?” My therapist looks at me like I’ve just admitted to stopping all sustenance in an attempt at passive suicide. “Well… no. I haven’t really wanted to…
Last week marked exactly a year that I’ve been back in the States, and although I adore San Francisco and being home has been good for me in a lot of ways, one word keeps running through my mind: BASTA. …
