About a decade ago, I was in my early twenties and working at Best Buy. Most of the employees were male, and I was struggling to make friends in this new west coast environment after moving to California from Maryland. People were closed off. Cliques were already formed, and newcomers were largely unwelcome into established social circles.
But I was determined, so I tried harder. I’d had a lot of friends in high school, and wasn’t about to give up on having a social life while I was young and primed for having fun. It was actually encouraging that there…
There are a lot of random songs on my playlist, and today the 2005 classic “Play” by David Banner had its turn in the rotation. Walking my dog around the lake, I couldn’t help but dance and sing along to the (very) graphic lyrics. Thankfully there weren’t many people out to hear me. It’s a bop, as the kids say. Even today, more than 15 years after it was released.
Most rap songs from this era (and many today) involve a man boasting about how he hit it, he busted, he used her and moved on. “Play” is a different…
You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone
For a few years, I was living in Brentwood, just east of Santa Monica. Just a couple of miles away, the Santa Monica pier loomed large over the water. It was always busy, and loud. At night, it lit up and stood as a pulsing beacon atop the coast.
Frankly, I hated it.
Over the few years that this was my closest beach, I maybe went five times. This is not unusual, actually. Most of the friends and neighbors I talked to would also lament that they weren’t getting out to…
The days of browsing the shelves have returned
It’s hard to remember a time in my life when I wasn’t going to the library on a regular basis. As a small child, I would go and look at picture books, while sitting in some nook or on the floor. I’d be entertained for hours. As a teen during middle and high school, my friends and I would hang out in the computer lab at the library, chatting on AIM or updating our Myspace pages. In adulthood, the books are once again the draw for me.
Since COVID though, trips to…
What am I so afraid of
Bring on oblivion
You once said we were made of the same stuff
Were we ever best friends?
Get me out of my head
You’ve disappeared, but come on
I am trapped in a cycle of memory
Is this how it ends?
Who are you kissing and fucking
The truth will set you free
Was it ever love or just longing
Whatever were you to me?
The scotch and the beer and the nicotine
If only you could weigh in
My mind is an anchor and sinking
This love is a thread worn thin
About a year ago, I started writing on Medium.
My first stories were about living homefree in Los Angeles, but then the COVID pandemic began, and my focus shifted to a more political tone. In April, I got what you might consider a scoop when I realized that no one had really been writing about the fact that essential retail workers were often making less money than people safe at home receiving unemployment. My message was basically that we ought to be paying them better, and this resonated with many of those employees…
We need to listen more and talk less
Lately, I’ve been noticing a pattern. It actually isn’t anything new, but my awareness of it is. A lot of the time, when I’m talking to people, they don’t ask me anything about myself. We spend most, if not the entire time, talking about them and their lives.
Conversation is about give and take. Non-conversations revolve around only one of the parties, rather than everyone being involved in a meaningful way. …
The numbers are in, and last month was a success. In April, two of my stories made over $400 each after Medium curators promoted them to members. One of these stories was actually published many months ago, in October of last year, but new guidelines on the site led it to being curated — finally!
With this article doing well, I decided to try something risky and edited it to add links to a couple of my other stories. …
The only social media I truly enjoy
Every day, I’m on Goodreads. I’ve become a book addict in recent years, reading over 100 books per year for the past two years. As a result, I’m also a Goodreads addict. The site and app have been an incredible companion to me on my reading journey. In fact, I probably have Goodreads to thank for the fact that I can now say I’ve read over 450 books.
Reading this much does not come naturally to me. It was a choice. I’d seen my bookish friends and their impressive vocabularies, and wanted to…
We never had a song
But loved the tune of the other’s laugh
We giggled harmonies
I blew raspberries on your hairy stomach
As you laid on your back
Like you were a baby
You were my baby.
Racking my brain for the moment
When everything changed for the worst
I’d cry and you’d stare stone-faced
If I’m crazy, then you’re cursed.
We’ve both taken this class
We know how this works.
One day your daggers came out again
I stepped slowly back until it was safe to run
I let you chase me and turned to look