Patty, the night clerk at The Best Western Travel Inn, St. George, UT “Hey Karla.” “Hey Karl,” said Jenna as she hugged him back. She and Ben had played this routine for the past eight years. It started at the end of their first date. She didn’t know why, but Read more…
overheard @ The Ivy, Santa Monica, CA 8 min @ The Ivy Shelley heard the tell-tale ringing in her ears. She’d had too much to drink. The very nice woman beside her at the bar was laughing her big wide laugh but Shelley couldn’t hang onto the thread of the Read more…
Change is not hard. I’ve said the opposite forever but I’m revising my position. Ah, change within change, how meta. Change is not difficult if you remain curious. If you’re more curious you’re less afraid. Fear is always an element of the unknown and unfamiliar; but being curious means being receptive and welcoming Read more…
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk 8 min in Glassell Park, CA It was on the second visit that Candice noticed the trend. Every ‘mystical’ person she’d crossed paths with had a wonky left eye. There must be some symbolism to it. Surely it validated their existence. The bulging eye of the Read more…
Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen 8 min @ Umami Burger/Fred Segal, Santa Monica Calloused knuckles and fine blonde hair are not a pretty combination. Carly strained her head back into Sam’s knotted fingers. He wasn’t pulling too hard but the cuts and abrasions on his hands we snagging the Read more…
“be there when you get there, but be *here* now” I found this ‘note to self’ in an old journal today; one of many journals and notebooks stuffed into the forest of cardboard cleared from storage. Perfect timing. My thoughts tend to race to the list of things I’m Read more…
After much talk and preparation – which consisted mostly of obsessing and fretting, I have begun the unenviable task of clearing out my storage space. It’s been a daily ordeal. I show up at the storage facility, punch in the convoluted nine digit code – after ten straight visits I Read more…
Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling 8 min in Glassel Park, Los Angeles Stephanie was speechless. She wanted to tell him that it was rude to answer a question with a question, but his placid and unwavering gaze disquieted her. Before she could repeat her question, he asked his again. Read more…