I’m avoiding writing an essay—or writing anything really—for the public because
to me it doesn’t make sense to just start talking about something anymore. I am
out of practice.
If you’ve ever lived in an area that has its own monthly neighborhood
newsletter, you might have seen a picture of a person holding up a past issue of
that monthly neighborhood
This past Sunday I went to see my grandma, my mother’s mother. She has had
cancer for five-plus years now and recently my mother emailed the family letting
us all know that
When I first moved to Sacramento I lived in the fixed-up garage (not fixed up to
building code, mind you; that’s why rent was affordable) of a nice couple in
their early
Whenever someone mentions that they can’t hang out after work past a certain
time on a certain weeknight because they have to go home (or to a friend’s
house) to watch