Learning to Drive in LA

When I was a teenager, I failed my driving test three times. Yeah.  I mean, even after I took a six-week driving course and had loads of behind-the-wheel practice. The reason? My utter and complete disinterest in precision. Like, turning into the correct lane, always putting on my blinker, not changing lanes in an intersection—you […]

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High Anxiety Day

Here is something you may not know. Since my early teens, I have battled anxiety and OCD. Maybe, before that, there were symptoms — signs I coped with the world in a different way. I was little, and I was good at playing pretend, so I can’t be certain. It was a different time, and […]

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A Story About My Brother

Six years ago, my brother Isaac was an alcoholic just starting to get sober. He had almost died, almost let the drink do the job of killing him. He’d almost given up on his life. Today is his birthday and I am miles away in LA. When I called him on FaceTime this morning, he […]

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Post-its to Somewhere

My house is covered in post-its. Not because I’m mapping out a new story or making notes on a revision, not for the purpose of tracking plot lines or marking pages in a well-worn manual. In less than thirty-days, I am moving. Those post-its, colored pink and green and orange are a map to the belongings […]

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A Broken Bone Does Heal

Two weeks ago, I broke my left kneecap. Right after it happened, I refused to acknowledge the pain, the promise of a longer recovery than an afternoon propped up in bed reading, because how could I be confined so completely, restricted so unkindly? I had life to live and plans that week and everyday my […]

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