I told myself I’d write about the time we parked your station wagon at the top of the Hollywood Hills by the bird streets and sat and talked during Thanksgiving break. I don’t even remember if we kissed.
I started seeing the art of taking one’s life in a very attractive light, right before Christmas, at the age of 11.
The woman who loves me lost both her parents. My mom lost a tooth when my father touched her with his fist, because the kitchen knife failed to hit her.
Three years ago, in a creative writing class, I was given a writing assignment that has since stayed with me: Go home and write a memoir in 6 words; no more, no less.
Being an adult is scary and confusing but there’s nothing like being the boss of your own time. What do I do now?
Sometimes the hardest part was convincing the heart and mind that we’re on the same side. We were always on the same side.
So if you will, take a step back with me and lets look at conservatives and liberals and what makes them different, yet the same.
Keep growing. Keep waiting for that day that fabled teenage sex-drive kicks in for you and you find the opposite sex irresistible. Keep waiting.
I don’t know Trump personally, but I do know firsthand the damage caused by a controlling, misogynistic, manipulative, racist gaslighter.
Trump campaign manager Kellyanne Conway insists that the election polls are MacGyvered in favor of Killary. Apparently, probability theory doesn’t apply to The Donald.