There are so many San Francisco's. There are san Francisco's I love so deeply I'm filled with aching longing for it to be still and last forever. There are San Francisco's I cannot stand, That I want to run away from forever ( Read more... )

I think a lot about the moment when my Step Father broke down my youngest brother's door because we thought he was dead in his room ( Read more... )

One year and three months after throwing him out of my house I am still in love with him and still concocting ways to get his attention ( Read more... )

I go looking for trouble ( Read more... )

If you got to know my Dad when I was growing up, inevitably, at some point, you would learn that he had met John Lennon. They happened to be sitting in a movie theater together watching a horror movie. Yoko was there too. At some point my Dad turns to him and says: "Hold on, John!" And that's the story ( Read more... )

Hello void ( Read more... )

If I have learned anything at all in this life, it's that you should expect the unexpected, and that things you may assume are not possible, are definitely possible ( Read more... )

We spent a month in an old house on a vineyard, in a forgotten part of California ( Read more... )

I used to look closely at the garages of houses for sale, imagining where his studio would go. I don't have to find room for him in my imaginary houses anymore. I don't have to find room for him anywhere ( Read more... )

The Squirrels diner which had been open since the end of the 1970's closed in 2013. An expensive juice shop now occupies its space and the boy who I used to dine with there every Saturday, ordering the same triangles of golden sourdough toast tucked into the same side of the booth, is dead and buried.