Tag Archives: friends

Collective animal

Maybe my wife’s snoring woke me, or maybe I really was trying to decide when I transitioned from third person to second. In graduate school, I discovered I could distance myself from the camera if I focused the camera on the girl. What is the … Read more

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

I’ll speak for me

I am in the fortunate position of not having a social media history of cruel, dickbag observations I have made to the world at large. In my brain, however, I am not so fortunate. I remember a long heinous diatribe about single mothers, for instance, … Read more

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Leaving

Leaving Hawaii broke my heart. For years, it was all I could write about. The tropics and heartbreak. I couldn’t separate them in my head, in my relationships. I’d flinch if you touched me. Even my skin felt wrong. In the cold, saltless North.

And … Read more

Posted in Red Audrey, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Teen up

One of the many reasons I’m drawn to teen protagonists is that they have the benefit of being unformed while still deserving our sympathy. We expect teenagers to be selfish and egocentric. It is all about them. And if they can work through that shit … Read more

Posted in Giraffe People, News & Events, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Data

In the 1950s, a scientist began a primate lab, and when infants were born, they were immediately removed from their mothers and put into diapers, for sanitary reasons. The researchers couldn’t understand why the babies clung to the diapers. It was understood then, of course, … Read more

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Doctor Who?

She has, in her hands, a small metal instrument that looks like a cross between a tattoo machine, a dental tool, and a paint sprayer. “Close your eyes,” she says, and a moment later she’s spraying my face with foundation. It’s like being outdoors in … Read more

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Heather

She was there with us at the birth of my child. Beside me when I married — both times. She found us the house where we live, negotiated the purchase, and helped us move in. She bought us the coolest knife set you’ve ever seen, … Read more

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Worst Hard Time

Last week, my wife sprinted into the bedroom, said she needed my help, and left a trail of blood to the bathroom. She’d sliced deep cuts into both hands when a wine glass splintered. Never mind she was supposed to be finishing pieces for an … Read more

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

You, madam, are no instrument of karma

When I was a kid, I practiced everything in front of the mirror. I practiced singing, and teaching, and convincing. I debated my image. I debated the room around me. I debated my expressionless stuffed animals. I sang into my pink plastic brush. I danced. … Read more

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Paring down

I was reading a friend’s screenplay, and wondering about those moments where an entire relationship is encapsulated in a single exchange. That one conversation, and you get them. It’s the union of “we” and “I” — each character and their dynamic as a couple. It’s … Read more

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment