Me and mine: Our first Mothers Day together. I hate Mothers Day. That’s not true, I don’t hate Mother’s day. But I did. And it’s not because I don’t have a mother. Okay, I admit, that’s a big part of...
I recently had the honor and great privilege of being interviewed by owner of said brilliant mind Paul Pearson: cynosure of all things interesting, musical, poltical, and entertaining. Check it out &...
Poster Design: Tony Edelstein San Francisco writers Diane Karagienakos and Christopher Barranti met in a writing group several years ago, helping each other with feedback on their work. Now the two a...
Reason #58 to stay in good graces with your exes (if/when that’s possible): you never know when they’re gonna come in handy. Even better, you never know in what way. For example, I recent...
Join me for the long, long long-awaited premiere of the full-length production of “It Is What It Is.” No more chopping it down to fit festival time restrictions. This time we’re do...
The happiest cab in San Francisco! Possibly the world! I wish I could wake up there on Christmas morning. It’s completely tricked out with Christmas bling. And the driver, my angel, has a coif ...
I posted this on the community board at the beach where I walk my dog. It was gone within an hour. I hope this necklace went to someone who really cherishes it. I cherish the thought and memory behin...
or "How you know its time to clean up your contact list."
Just moments after our first encounter. I used to be a fairly regular blogger here; just another person with a greater than average need to express myself – usually as a means to make sense of life, ...
On July 25, 2010, I went to a Rocket Dog Rescue adoption event to foster a pit bull (see “The Saga of Gray & Nameless” to see what led me down this road of pit bull love). They didn&#...
A plastic bag as outerwear. No hairstyle justifies this on-the-street atrocity. Pajamas worn outside the home.
Hate this, Mr. Paladino.
What frightens me? How easily people are lead into a false feeling of security or insecurity by someone trying to sell them something; be it an idea, a gun, or a brand of mouthwash.
If you missed its sold-out run in the San Francisco Fringe Festival, now’s your chance to see “The play for people who hate theatre” (me). It’s part of the 2010 San Francisco ...
My daddy. My father died in the spring of 2007. I wrote a play about it, It Is What It Is, an abreviated version of which premiered at the 2008 San Francisco Fringe Festival. Below is a bit about the...
Pajamas worn outside the home.
I hate to use the word “insomnia”; it makes it sound like something’s wrong. When actually there are some things you can only see at some pretty ungodly hours.
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