In a legal and literal sense, my oldest friend is still a father. Unfortunately, about four years ago he gave in to the mental peer pressure of his meth-addled demons and fell off the minivan, losing more than his fair share of teeth in the process. On the way to his new life of becoming … Continue reading Pseudo Parenting
Category: nonfiction
Life Stories: Third Birthday
When recalling memories of being a toddler, you'll often meet people who can remember being one or two years old. In some instances, you'll even meet somebody who claims to have memories of being an infant. My memory well runs dry once I dig deep enough to reach 1988, when I was three years old. … Continue reading Life Stories: Third Birthday
Nita
It's been two weeks to the day since I discovered my grandmother dead in her bedroom. Like every night before bed, I used the bathroom and checked on her afterward. If I could see her chest moving up and down, I knew she was still alive. However, looking at her, at the shell that struggled … Continue reading Nita
Processing Death
As of this writing, my 89 year-old grandmother is in her bed and, if what the doctors told us is true, has between two weeks to a few months left to live. The news isn't quite a shock, as she's had two lengthy stays at the hospital since last October, but that doesn't make it … Continue reading Processing Death
A Not-so Ode to Bar Pink
As Covid-19 continues to decimate the US economy and its most populous cities and states, San Diego loses yet another popular small business: Bar Pink in North Park. Although it will be reopened in the future, the name, aesthetic, and soul of the bar will be lost to history and remain only in memory and … Continue reading A Not-so Ode to Bar Pink
The Follies of a Postmodern Xennial 