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If You Never Met Freida…

If you were never among the privileged souls who spent some time with my dog and best friend Freida, please let me tell you about her now. We met outside of the HEB supermarket on the corner of Manchaca and Slaughter, August 2006.  I was pulling into the parking lot when I saw a very animated family, a very large box, and a very big sign saying “Free Puppies.”

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I Miss You. Thanks for the Visit.

December 9, 2016

Dear Charles,

It’s been two years since we lost you, and it still reverberates more than you know with more people than you might imagine. You are still so loved. Continue reading “I Miss You. Thanks for the Visit.”

Trump Won. I Wept. Then This Happened. Now What?

Less than 48 hours ago, Donald J. Trump became President-Elect. I join the majority of U.S. voters* who were knocked to our knees by this unexpected turn. Continue reading “Trump Won. I Wept. Then This Happened. Now What?”

The Cubs, Marriage, and America

Just over an hour ago, millions of Americans watched the Chicago Cubs break a 108-year old losing streak in the 10th inning of the 7th game of the 2016 World Series.

It. Was. Beautiful. Continue reading “The Cubs, Marriage, and America”

My NYC Marathon: NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo: it’s not a foot race, but it is definitely a marathon. Ever heard of it? It’s National Novel Writing Month. Every year, tens of thousands of fools commit to writing a 50,000 word first draft in the month of November.

This year, I’m one of them.  Continue reading “My NYC Marathon: NaNoWriMo”

“love & blood” has a birthday

One year ago this week I released an album, love & blood.

I never actually posted a darned thing about it on this blog. I don’t know why, since I’ve never been prouder of a body of work, but that’s what happened. The album had a very good first year in the world. Continue reading ““love & blood” has a birthday”

9/11

September 11th creeps in under my radar and punches me in the solar plexus every year. Fifteen years ago, on a crystal clear morning in Austin, TX, I was dressing for work when the phone rang: “Turn on your TV,” said my friend. Within seconds, my jaw froze, my chest tightened, and my eyes burned. Then I joined the millions who wept loudly, feeling that wind and smoke scrape our veins.

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The Monkees Kinda Brought the Summer

Yes, those Monkees and their early-summer release, Good Times.

I’m not late to the party, though I’m certainly late to posting about the party—an ear candy party that popped in and out of my earbuds and speakers throughout the summer. A near-perfect pop album that always felt at once nostalgic and fresh. Every time it slipped into me I came to the same conclusion: Continue reading “The Monkees Kinda Brought the Summer”

Wild Speculation: This May Be How Trump Thinks He’ll Save Face in Defeat

I’ve never used this space to express political opinions, but ’tis the season, and in truth, I’m a bit of a junkie for the stuff. Mind you, I’m happiest when I pay exactly no attention to politics, but the stakes are awfully high this year. No one should put their head in the sand.

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