Growing up Schizoid in America

Jazzer Wazzer... always wanted to make a doggie passport for Jazz, my cattledog who travels with me. She's been across country with me...

It was the day before your birthday. I'd been driving around with that damn plaque in my car for over a year and half; the bench Marie...

May 11, 1966 - September 14, 2009 ( November 2007 --- in a letter from me to you) Paths converge and we keep company for a while, unti...

I understand now why they say don't make any decisions in the first year after someone dies. I feel like I cannot make any effective d...

I've learned to be brief. To not think as much. To live more. To let go of old crutches, like intellectualizing, and grab new ones...