But it is… very, especially in LA. This week in, I Don’t Drink Nearly As Much As I Should, I’m hocking about my experience owning a pure breed dog and the hell that broke loose with people who rescue dogs. Hello, allergies – doesn’t count for shit. Give it a read […]
the second essay of my column, I Don’t Drink Nearly As Much As I Should is live on HuffingtonPost. Excerpt below… Around this time last year, I was in excruciating pain, and thought, either my womb is going to explode like a volcano or rush through my flange at warp speed. I ran — like […]
For publishing my pro-choice, non-fiction essay, “Homesick Abortion.” Told from the POV of an ethereal aberration whose deepest desire is to exist in Pheerknot and be aborted.
I have had an ongoing love affair with Exquisite Corpse for years. They are one of my favorite literary journals online. Every morsel is dark and twisted, and poignant, and so, well, exquisitely life affirming. For years, I wished and hoped to have my work published in the Corpse. Well, it’s happened as of today. […]
There I was just sitting in Urth Cafe in Los Angeles finishing up an essay called, “Forgive Me Father for I have Sinned—Oy”, chronicling yet another humiliating sexcapade in my life, and drinking a non-fat cappuccino, feeling smartish, funnyish, and not as hard on the eyesish as I usually doish, when I looked up and […]