Writings in the Raw
A week in doodles. In drawing these I am tempted to spill secrets, but that's not the point here. The point is showing the quotidian; the important tiny discoveries that happen every day.
February 10 marked my 14th anniversary as a type 1 diabetic.
I took my car into the shop at lunchtime and found myself stranded in a combination pizzeria/liquor shop. Shit got weird.
Chicken salad out of chicken shit.
I love Fridays the 13th. I always have.
I write.
I doodle.
I'm at work on my first book, a collection of linked short stories that follows a community of expatriates living on the southern coast of Spain.
I care about stuff. Like curing type 1 diabetes. And marriage equality. And rights for immigrants. And public radio. And espanol. And Frank O'Hara and Jennifer Egan and Federico Garcia Lorca and Tony Kushner. You know, cool stuff.
I make postcards that are also stories.
Sometimes I read stories and poems out loud.
Sometimes I go to conferences.
You can find my short stories, essays, poems and flash fictio in a variety of places in print and online. If you Google really hard, you might find the two short radio pieces I produced on a badass NPR affiliate in San Francisco.
This is where you can go to find out who I am.