Thinner

Thinking about Oliver

I miss my kit-kat so much. I think about him every day. It still doesn't seem right that his food bowls are not on the floor, that he's not curled up in bed with us at night. Things just haven't been right since he left.

Words to paper

I've been writing lately. A ton. That doesn't necessarily mean pages and pages, though there are pages, just not as many as a ton might connote, and does this sentence even make sense? I'm writing well, I think, good stuff.

That's important. That's so important. If I didn't write, I'd go crazy. If I couldn't communicate, I'd chew my own fist off. A professor of mine once said: "I write to communicate", and sure enough, Wesley was right. I just want to get that chance.

Now playing

Step out the front door
Like a ghost
Into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast
Of white on white

Anniversary

Six years ago, I began something that continues strong through this day and -- fingers crossed -- far into the future. It's appropriate that I'm sitting at Philz Coffee right now, the place where we got married when it was still Cafe de la Paz.

I love you, baby. You see me at my worst and inspire me to be my best. Thank you.

Recognition

Tonight we went to The Pub to get Adam cigarettes. The girl working the nonexistent cash register (they hand-tally each purchase) said: "I read your article in Salon." Then she thanked me for writing it.

I blushed. And was thrilled.

More response to the Salon piece

Check it out here.

Who wants a cookie?

I have set something in motion

When I found this article, I thought: Shit. I've gotten people talking. Fuckin'-A.

The facial hair was my obvious secret for so long. Now I can use it as a vehicle for change -- not just for me, but for others.

The power of words, man. Incredible.

I'm on Salon

And I'm thrilled! It's here! And if you've come to this blog from Salon, thanks for visiting, and feel free to drop me a line.