There’s something about being a writer that doesn’t conform to social norms. Namely, that in order for us to do our jobs, we have to be completely alone. No writer writes, listens, and talks concurrently. Over the years, I’ve worked…
It was a routine Tuesday night when the President broke in to tell us that the world was ending.
Write what you know, they say. In my book Minor King, I rail on everything from the rich, the poor, politics, religion, corporate corruption, insurance companies, but mostly–the little guy getting screwed over. The Machine, I call it. Every year I…
Sometimes, when I see someone young and beautiful, I think that underneath that makeup, and those clothes, and that hair, and skin, and cartilage and muscle, there’s a skull. And all skulls look mostly the same regardless of ethnicity, gender…
Parents on social media are conditioned to talk publicly about their children in a very specific way. We showcase their accomplishments for the “she’s amazing” comments. We upload pictures of the boo-boo on their knee to hear “get better, little guy.”…
