I appreciate the band Better Than Ezra because of AM radio, a Norm Macdonald joke, a 1976 Plymouth Valiant, tennis courts with lights at 2 a.m., and summers in high school. And Ernest Hemingway. And random and exciting connections while reading.

Recently I had weird nostalgic flashbacks listening through some Better Than Ezra songs. It’s […]

Raise your 5 a.m. coffee to the difficult font, the random stranger, and the awkward move. Here’s a dash of mess, and why I like the word catalyst.

You should see my desk right now. It’s ridiculous. There is a story in the typewriter: “Ballerinas LOVE elk chili”, a microscope with an oak leaf, a […]

or SOMETHING YOU DON’T PARTICULARLY LIKE BEING THE CATALYST FOR SOMETHING YOU REALLY DO LIKE

Indirectly you have to appreciate it.

If you’re happy that you exist, you have to appreciate your parents. I love my parents. That’s not what I am thinking about. I am thinking about Willow Smith’s song “Whip My Hair.” It’s […]