The Great OutdoorsContinuing in my long and storied (by me) tradition of only ever getting around to writing when en route, I report live from a…Aug 1, 2019Aug 1, 2019
Shaky GroundIt’s 7:23PM aboard the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner (rivaled in nominal charm only by its sister, the Sunset Limited). It has just departed…Jul 6, 2019Jul 6, 2019
In Defense of the Mirror-SelfieAs many of you likely know or suspect, I am a prolific Instagram mirror-selfie poster. Today, after being RUDELY CALLED OUT for one of my…Jul 14, 2018Jul 14, 2018
A lovely bit of luck.By the time I found Cabaret Ludwig, Rachel Wetzsteon was already gone.May 8, 2018May 8, 2018
3 poems | published in loves me/loves me not | 2018i like rhyming poems but this isn’t one this is too fragile a thing for such rigid composure this is a feeling too fleeting to trap in a…Feb 19, 2018Feb 19, 2018
4 poems | published in loves me/loves me not | 2017they say I’ve got something dark inside like my blood is pools of india ink my lungs two sleeping bats– wings waiting to unfoldDec 15, 2017Dec 15, 2017
Eulogy for a Restauranthttp://la.eater.com/2016/10/3/13151762/cha-cha-cha-closed-virgil-village-silver-lakeApr 12, 2017Apr 12, 2017
on being american (july 4, 2016)I moved to America when I was eight, became a citizen just shy of my eighteenth birthday.Apr 12, 2017Apr 12, 2017
