So... my apartment complex has this clunky plastic A-frame sign standing on the entry lawn and it's basically permanent. It says things like "Two Bedroom... Read more →

Over the past few days, I've made a list of books I want to read/re-read/finish reading this year First come the five 'major' works of... Read more →

Sophie: No I... I used to play but I.... I don't anymore. __________________ I know I must have intended to write something oh so profound... Read more →

I had an apocalyptic dream last night. I blame ML. The night before, I read her blog post about two red dresses at the Oscars.... Read more →

The obit which - for better or worse - is part of my contribution to his memory: Another part is this slide-show of photos from... Read more →

I drove to Venice from Cortina. This was late March of 2001 and I had driven my way around Europe for two months now: Verbier,... Read more →

I'm stealing this wonderful painting by Nellie Mae Rowe from the header of one blog and using it as the header of my own blog... Read more →

(Another note from Jason...) Dear Ed, I know this is way over the top, but let's pretend today is 'award show day' because I really... Read more →

For as long as I can remember, my cousin Casey has used the word 'liberal' as an epithet. Meaning that if the word escapes his... Read more →

For one reason or another, Ed and Meryl's conversation reminds me of the first time I met Louise. It was in college at Brigham Young... Read more →

"It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true."
 -Holden "Moreoever, misunderstandings may be fruitful under certain circumstances." 
-Hesse... Read more →

If I cannot sing you, I will hum. I guess that's thr first sencente of my rush write. Sometimes you just have to riush write... Read more →

Last night I finished editing video footage from a wedding in Central Park near the Bethesda Angel. It was a beautiful ceramony in a beautiful... Read more →

My first memory is actually earlier than listening to Andy Williams in the car. Or of learning about Santa's helpers. My very first memory comes... Read more →

Who survives his own story? Read more →

IPIR. It's an acronym my therapist, Lee, invented. It stands for "Important Person Internalized Representation." Isn't it great? I'll mention that and just leave it... Read more →

It's 4:05am. The man from the bodega - everyone calls him "Tommy" but everyone knows that's not his real name - gave me a cigarette.... Read more →

Also turns out I didn't need to steal it. It's a gift. Read more →

I know I just wrote a 'prologue' to a story and believe me, Meryl had a word or two to say about it. She insists... Read more →

So I haven't seen THE ARTIST yet but it's playing at the Paris Theatre and I'm going to see it tonight. I LOVE that I... Read more →

So this is a poem? Yes, yes it is. Some days you think, no, this is not a poem. Mmm hmmm. That's true. And some... Read more →

I stood in the hall and pushed the button to wait for the elevator. The meeting had gone well enough. Mr. Stark seemed to like... Read more →

This is my nephew, Merrell. He's eight. Read more →

"Once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact,... Read more →

There's soot on your nose from the times you said Yes There's hype in your house from the curls and the Swagger I heap the... Read more →

This morning I quoted Annie Lennox and the Eurythmics: ‎We should have jumped out of that airplane after all Flying skyways overhead it wasn´t hard... Read more →

Taking a note from a common question asked by Shakespeare scholars, "Is Hamlet mad or only pretending to be?" - I love Oscar Wilde's follow-up... Read more →

It's better if you watch in full-screen. I kinda like it even though there are about seventy-five thousand images coming at you at once. I... Read more →

JP at the Eastern State Penitentiary Read more →

Originally published on TravelSalt.com This post is dedicated especially to my friend, Grace. (Did you want a fictional name, Grace? Let's call you Thandy... how... Read more →

Today was like Santa's bag stuffed full. But the European Santa - the one with a dark side. It was funny and heartbreaking, ridiculous and... Read more →

I was going through boxes today and came across a poem I wrote in 1993 while I was a Mormon Missionary and living in Düsseldorf,... Read more →

The me I want to be is Atticus Finch. He’s tough and fare and loving. He’s aware of the world he lives in and chooses... Read more →

So yesterday I spent the better part of a three-hour class being critiqued on my draft of the prologue, and chapters 1,2 & 6 of... Read more →

Outside a gallery coffee shop in Santa Fe Read more →

This morning I woke up around 630a and got up for a while. Went for a walk. Went to Starbucks. I came back and turned... Read more →

Last night I had a dream. There was a tree. Actually there was a whole row of trees along the sidewalk I was moving on.... Read more →

I've always been interested in people on park benches and bus stop seats. You never know who you'll run into. Once, when I was coming... Read more →

So I'm sitting outside the bookstore at the Westminster Theological Seminary in Glenside PA. The place is deserted. My friend, JP, is a student here... Read more →

M is on a plane. For those of you who don't know M, he is my partner. It's likely a terminal relationship. i try to... Read more →

This is a reactionary post. Nearly every time i read a blog post from a woman I'll call Mary, I want to respond. It either... Read more →

The title is one of my favorite lines from On Golden Pond. Katharine Hepburn's character says it to Jane Fonda's, the one who is dealing... Read more →

There’s a church across from Starbucks where I live. I always wondered what the room would look like. I’m talking about a fictional room for... Read more →

Ever since we took a nap together in the MTC (Missionary Training Center) - and I do literally mean a nap - one of those rare, sweet incidents in my history, free of sex, though not of sex jokes - Kendal Bates has ranked among my all-time favorite people. Read more →

Today I took the Long Island Rail to Mineola. A first. The end station on the route is Ronkonkoma. Can you pronounce that? Ronkonkoma. Read more →

I could not resist posting my comment to another blog. It's hosted by a group of female Mormon writers and is called "The Apron Stage."... Read more →

After I spend my entire day talking to other people, I get pretty non-verbal and only want to talk to myself and to various other... Read more →