I’ve been frustrated with the writing community and publication process lately. Thus my absence. But finally I found a reason to laugh. The following is a piece I wrote along…
For six weeks I won’t be able to run. It makes me sad. Running shoes…parting is such sweet sorrow/That I shall say goodbye ’til it it be January’s morrow. Parting…
There’s a scene in commercials or in movies or in television shows where a guy or girl is standing somewhere in the world and there’s just a blur of action…
For the longest time, the secret of Santa’s identity was a mystery. My brother thought he’d figured it out one year when we were small. After Santa visited our house,…
I closed my eyes last night, and a brightly-colored picture appeared. I sit nervously in the front seat of that red Datsun. My hand holds the door handle, then my…
My tiny shoes made clicking sounds on the black-and-white tiled floor. All around were those chairs with their cushioned seats and silver wire backs. The whole place smelled like a…
I love a first kiss. Who doesn’t, right? Here is Mallory’s first kiss, from my (sadly) unpublished manuscript Lottery Girl. We found a spot, and he pulled me close, wrapping…
Today I wish I only had sixteen years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box. If I was only sixteen, I’d still have hope, that youthful hope…
The hills were alive with the sound of heavy breathing and running shoes. My love of running started when I was a dejected 22-year-old living in Palo Alto all alone…
I moved to California at the beginning of fourth grade, and it didn’t take me long to find a cute, blond-haired boy to fall in love with. He was the…
I don’t go to Hollywood that often. The constant hounding by the paparazzi and the pointing fingers and the autograph seekers make it difficult. But recently I braved the crowds…
In the epic film Sixteen Candles, the Geek and his two friends, Cliff and Bryce, go to a senior party at totally hot Jake Ryan’s house. They try to fit…
I have once done a particular something that brings two blooms of shame to my cheeks. It’s the kind of thing that you do while looking over your shoulder. Or…
What do I love about college sports? I love the excitement, the thrill that only comes from school pride rooted deep inside the heart. I love the fist pump after…
I’m often asked if I’m a Dodgers fan or an Angels fan. I always smile and say “UCLA.” This upsets people. “No, that’s college. I mean, who do you like…
Once upon a time, I worked in a high-rise in downtown LA and I fell in love with office supplies. It wasn’t love at first sight; it was a slow,…
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