California

Smells like winter around here in the city. And winter smells like the city. When I first moved to San Francisco, I expected it to smell like the city all the time. The city smells like possibilities. The city smells like interesting people. The city smells like new places. The city smells like things to [...]

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I want to be in control of my debt. But its not really the debt I care about. I live more in the moment than anyone I know. And though I use it as an excuse for rash choices more than anything, I feel this is a good thing. The problem is that I live [...]

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…is that when you get them, you usually want to think about what you’re going to say when you call back. So you think, and the day ends, and night comes, and…well…you don’t want to interrupt their evening. So the next day comes. But then you don’t get to it the next day, and at [...]

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So I wrote a Young Adult novel a little over a year ago. Well, I don’t know that you could really call it a book. Let’s call it a draft. The book was originally to be named Speech, but as the story developed it was changed to Please Be Mind. This is a title you [...]

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The hardest part of writing is realizing (or accepting) that I have something to say. It’s laughable how pitiful the voice in my head is for whispering at me incessantly and, at the same time, telling me I have nothing to write. Scandalous. So, what do I have to say that others don’t, or won’t [...]

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I have people in my improv class who center me. I just need to hear them speak, and I’m zeroed in. They’re black guys wearing big brown boots and cornrows, constantly blasting down the wall of racism and judgment I thought I was too conscious to have. They’re white guys wearing big jackets and jeans [...]

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Honesty time here: I started blogging because I thought it made me look cool. It’s hard for me to remember that first blog, but my vague recollection is of a Blogger-hosted collection of thoughts and writings from my day. I even had a little counter on each post announcing how much money I had in [...]

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I find myself explaining my depression to people like this: It’s like I unknowingly swallowed a slow-acting poison pill. For the first few days, everything would seem normal. Then one day, my arm would fall off. That would kind of freak me out. I’d look at the hole where my arm had been, and wonder [...]

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