Essays
The Three Kitchens of My Life
“Over the years, the kitchens I grew up in and around continued to draw me in, like a moth to a flame, as though I...
A Morning in an Oxnard Hotel
I stepped on the grass into the open golf course. The silver morning mist under my Converse's darkened part of its...
Directions For Going Home Again
Once you’ve left, can you ever go home again? Many have tried. Some had made it. Some would sooner drink poison. Like...
The Inner Dialogue of Workplace Signs
The countless signs posted around my workplace direct and dictate in terse, demanding words. I sense they have an...
Bridges of Los Angeles County
The Los Angeles River It's supposed to be a river. It looks more like a poorly traveled freeway. An elongated concrete...
Dance Like Nobody’s Watching
Do your dance. Shine. Nobody can do you like you can, so do it big and proud. Someone, somewhere will love you for it....
L.A. – The City I Call Home
Anyone who has been in L.A. will say it's a special city, beautiful in a unique way, but noone would like to live in...