Tony and I
I'll probably tell this story at his wedding, with one exception. I won't tell the real ending.
It wasn't until I was 3,000 miles away that I could finally say good-bye to Mike.
My happy memories of my brother are, I suspect, not really my memories at all.
There's no off-ramp in sight and clouds obscure the view.
Beyond Broken Bay
It's a hell of a trip for six in a car, and Danielle hadn't been making things easy.
Pulling a Geographic
Sometimes nothing cures me better than to watch the world rush past from a train window.
From 1991 to 2003, these gulf wars are the bookends of my generation.
I'm floating above myself as I open the door and step out of the car.
All my friends did the traditional sobbing and email promising. All except one.
Amanda keeps talking, but I'm stuck thinking about books and the evil curse of wonderful memories.
The 24 line mixes the best and worst of San Francisco. I'd forgotten how unsettling it can be.
I fell in love with that sweet taste with the bite at the end.
At 14, I had a vague notion that I should be ashamed of being a virgin.
How can I be both bitter and romantic at the same time?
It was the kind of thing that keeps people home on election day. But not me.
Wow. This has never happened to me before. It kinda sucks.
I did my civic duty. So why do I feel so dirty?
Eight years in the life of a pair of best friends.
Yes, I am bitter. But it's not my fault.
My New Neighborhood
Where I live the streets and the people are divided.