| Jan 26, 2013
| 12:57 PM
I walk around my neighborhood with a long-handled socket wrench now. The metal has a comforting heaviness.
I live in the Arts District in downtown Los Angeles, and two guys dressed like gangbangers robbed and beat me just past midnight a week ago...
| Nov 6, 2010
Impermanence. Though it creeps up on us silently, change has a habit of striking in the moment. Like the long-building earthquake that jolts us from sleep; or seasons that argue thunderously with wild temperature fluctuations before one relents....
| Dec 18, 2010
Christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year; with scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago. I don't have any scary stories to tell, unless you count the year my brother and I got caught snooping for presents in...