Edwin and Jesus

I love my apartment. I didn’t expect to love it when I first moved in, but who ever expects love? I only chose it because it was cheap and I needed a place to stay quickly. When I moved in I was newly divorced and I was broke. So I signed a one year lease … Continue reading

Cracklin’ Rosie

Cracklin’ Rosie

My mom and I dancing at my second wedding. 1990 Today is the 10th anniversary of my mom’s death. I’ve been planning to write something about her for quite a while now, but I had to scrap every attempt because they were all too long – a reminder that there’s no easy way to tell … Continue reading

I Should Be Dancing

I came to a startling conclusion a few days ago: if I’m ever going to date again – and right now, I’d say that’ll probably happen sometime around never – I’m going to have to be fearless enough to dance in public like a fucking idiot. I say this because I had an experience recently … Continue reading