I’m reserving a room for a one-week stay somewhere north of here. Maryland, I think, although the choice feels arbitrary and I’m having second thoughts about the trip overall. The clerk, a middle aged Indian man (red dot Indian, not woo-woo), needs $300 to hold my reservation. I produce an envelope of crisp, new twenty-dollar […]
My grandmother on my mother’s side loved daytime drama. “The stories,” she called them, and talked about them as if they were real. Not wink-wink real, but real real. It was a mild form of insanity. Conversations about what the presidential candidates think or feel or what they might do or not do if elected […]
My contribution to the October issue of fête will be a self-deprecating (sort of) graphic novel-style layout and a three-part video rant. Just random crap that’s gotten under my skin of late. There’s ample seating under said skin for everybody, by the way, so bring a friend. No reservations required. The last thing that my […]
