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Writer With a Capital W

Don’t look too closely, I am suggesting. Don’t make me explain it. I have no time or patience for your possible disapproval. It is 10:27 PM on Monday. I sit in a quiet corner of a vacation apartment that is perched at the edge of Laguna Beach, between the street and the ocean. I left [...]

It’s a Fabulous Twitter Chat – It’s #FabChat!

The fab tweeters: Romy Schorr of Romy Raves, Me, Sarah Auerswald and Yvonne Condes of MomsLA. Late last year, a group of OG bloggers and I got to talking. (OG stands for “original gangsta,” and while I’m not one to throw “thug” talk around because I totally can’t pull it off like this guy – [...]


I threw my back out again, but it’s no cause for alarm. This time I’m just bored. This happens periodically – my back gets stiff and sore and it gets worse and worse until finally I am rendered fairly useless, at least physically. I’m not quite sure what brought it on this time, maybe a [...]

Bon Jovi Cologne, $300, and YouTube

That is not the beginning, or even the punchline, of a funny (or even very bad) joke. It is a short list of some of the things I’ve been working on that haven’t appeared on this site. “Man Smell” is an essay I wrote about my surprise and dismay when my first born son started [...]