To Read and Write in L.A.
Two women approached my buddy Todd and me at the 2016 Los Angeles Times Festival
of Books.
One of them asked, “Are you writers?”
In nanoseconds worthy of a Cray Supercomputer, I was
Humanity
A Review of Barton Swaim’s Memoir, <i>The Speechwriter</i>
In 2016 an American writer pauses at his keyboard. He is working on a project,
but this morning he has decided to put it aside to write a letter to America.
The letter
She Left Me at a Praise Rally
I wasn’t confused about much when I was 16, really just three things: God,
myself, and other people. The first was the most important—my church, my youth
group, and my Christian
LSD and the Baptisms of Tahquitz Canyon
Fifty years ago Lonnie Frisbee took LSD and wandered into Tahquitz Canyon naked.
He returned a born-again Christian. While in the canyon, Lonnie had a vision of
hundreds of thousands of people being
The Turkey Bomber
I’ve never felt comfortable interpreting my life’s events. When someone suggests
that my alarm clock not going off was meant to teach me a certain lesson, that
“there is no such