Glancing at the forecast in Los Angeles this past week has been unusually exciting. After months of heat, a rare stretch of highs under 80 and lows in …
Here’s a peek behind the curtain at Metaforia: my first instinct, almost every time I sit down to write, is to explain my process. Hey, kinda like I’m …
A few years back, I got a root canal on a lower left molar. It was my first but, given my genetic dental heritage, possibly not my last. Everyone knows…
This past Thursday would have been my mother’s 72nd birthday. I’m no numerologist, but “72” doesn’t appear in any popular theory of milestone birthdays…
There is a particular subset of movie nerds that harbors a masochistic streak. I have long counted myself a member of this strange, perverted tribe. I …
In my mid-20s, a series of coincidences and minor miracles brought me to an audition for the choir at Chicago’s St James Cathedral. I narrowly skated b…
I got my first pair of glasses in second grade. We’d recently moved from Chicago to the distant Indiana suburbs, and Mrs. Carlson noticed the way I was…
It’s Labor Day in the USA. Tempting though it is to make today’s newsletter a diatribe…er, meditation on the modern American relationship to labor in g…
I was feeling pretty uneasy last Tuesday afternoon when I pulled into the public library in Los Feliz. It wasn’t the library that was making me uneasy …
Around this time last year, when everyone on earth was struggling for something to focus on, I was obsessing over household appliances and the sounds t…
I just got back from a trip to New Mexico. I have been going to New Mexico a lot lately. Also, I was born there. As I wrote last week, I was there, alo…
On Sweet Valley Diaries (my podcast about Francine Pascal’s delightfully dramatic, often ludicrous book series, Sweet Valley High), we’re moving on thi…