Marc Williams

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Daisy’s Dirty Secret

At first glance, she really does seem to have it all. She reads, writes, and speaks well above grade level. Possessed of a maturity belying her true age, line her up against…


Trippin’

Screaming ninety miles per hour up Interstate-5, it occurs to me that I am many kinds of dad, but Road Trip Dad is probably my favorite. To be honest, I have always known I would…


Talking Points

“I think we should go,” I said. She paused visibly, head down and avoiding eye contact as is her habit when she feels disappointment coming. Her only response was an almost…


Cold Comfort

These days, I seem to find myself searching less and less for the blaring, neon messages which carefully guided my youth. When you’re young, the bold print themes are an easy find…

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Trippin’

Daisy’s Dirty Secret

At first glance, she really does seem to have it all. She reads, writes, and speaks well above grade level. Possessed of a maturity belying her true age, line her up against…


Kat. Power

[Today is my birthday and, for the past few years, cleaning has become a ritual of mine. It’s probably because I’m getting older, but trimming and tossing things accumulated in the…


I-5, The Return


Dear Los Angeles,

Thank you for treating us so well this time around. As we wend our way North through the crisp Grapevine air, bound for home by The Bay, I…


A Hush Falls

I’m a talker and always have been. As the youngest child in a family of big personalities, I quickly learned that I had to have the biggest in order to be merely noticed. My mother…


Delivering A Lesson

Okay, Universe, I may be a little slow on the uptake, but I think I’m starting to get it. As I was running for the bus last night, I passed this lady on the block who was…


Hang ‘Em High (School)


The truth is, I’ve always wanted to be a cowboy.

No, not the kind who rides the range, roping steers and busting broncos. Let’s get real: I’m a brown…


Man comma Hood.


I was challenged to a fight the other day.

Walking to my car in a Berkeley parking lot, I felt before I saw that familiar, menacing approach. The New York…