It was 8 pm, still early but late enough that sleep itched at the back of my throat. I was in the back of an Uber driven by the most talky Mormon I’ve ever met. Her name was Wendy. I don’t mean to stereotype them, but every one of Brigham Young’s kin I’ve ever met has been loquacious, telling me their life’s story.Read More
WARNING: Spoilers inside!
I moved to New York the summer of 2010 after graduating college. Well, technically I moved to Queens (whether it qualifies as “New York City, Inc.” is a debate that will turn the boroughs into a battleground), Cambria Heights to be exact, the neighborhood a short bus ride from Jamaica and a brisk walk down Linden Blvd. from St. Albans.Read More
You just gon' bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday wit a birthday gift?
When I was small, each morning on my birthday I'd get up early and crawl into my parents' bed and make them tell me the story of my birth.Read More
Greetings, y'all. especially fellow citizens of these United States who are witnessing what happens when you avoid being honest about our country's history. I originally planned on writing an angry post, but then I got distracted by the open tabs of cool articles I've been meaning to read. Here are a few of them:Read More
Four years ago, I arrived in LA in a burning fire. Or at least it felt like that, stepping off my red eye from New York. It was just after midnight, but the heat emanating from the tarmac felt like high noon. I immediately hated it.Read More
The river surged, and he clung to the raft. Mouth, blue with cold, mumbled a prayer to a god he didn’t know. Too late.Read More
So I had a much longer, probably more profound post planned. It’s about whimsy and TV or whatever intellectual frame I could wrap around my current entertainment choices, making my binge-watching seem noble. But life gets in the way of our best intentions, and it did in fact get in the way of mine this week in the form of a pest control visit. Don’t be alarmed. I’m not dealing with a bed bug situation...Read More
My roommate, Rachel, has been out of town for the past couple of weeks, and she tasked me with an important job of keeping her beloved fern alive. It’s a beautiful plant with vibrant, green fronds. It deserves to stay alive and give Rachel’s room the right je ne sais quoi. There’s only one problem: I suck at keeping plants alive.Read More
There is a boy texting me. It’s early in the morning on a Monday, let’s say 8:30. In the best millennial speak he says “gud am. Wyd?” My instinct is to reply “It’s 8:30. What do you think?” But I’ve been told this is mean, so instead of replying I go to the New York Times’ webpage to see what fresh new horror awaits. Reading about how awful everything else is makes me feel confident that my life isn’t a hell-hole. It kind of turns me on.Read More
South Harvard Blvd., Harvard Heights
That night we saw the mountains for the first time in days, making the drive back to Salt Lake more enjoyable.
Then the front tires banged a heap of snow, and our car hydroplaned and donut-drifted across the highway.
"Please don’t let me die in Utah," I thought. I didn’t.
Every Father’s Day for the past 11 years, without fail, I think back to the morning I found out my dad had cancer. It was February 13th, 2005, my oldest brother’s birthday. I was getting dressed for school, and my mom called me into my parents' bedroom. My dad sat slumped on his side of the bed. “I have lung cancer.”Read More
I've been rejected many times in my life. I still remember passing a "yes/no" note to a childhood crush and having it returned with the "no" box scribbled in so black it ruptured a hole in the paper. The same goes for writing. The process alone is difficult and requires hours spent on my own battling myself to put something down honest and, you know, actually good. I send it out, wanting people to love it - or click the link - just as much as I do. It doesn't always go that way, but I keep at it. With time the rejection smarts a little less, and it's easier to bounce back and start a new draft.Read More
Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas woke from his self-induced coma yesterday, joining the liberal wing of the court in its 5-3 decision on Cooper v. Harris. The decision upholds a lower court ruling that North Carolina’s racially gerrymandered congressional districts are unconstitutional. Thomas, whom SCOTUS fans often call a scrotum in a black robe, surprised hospital staff with his vote.Read More
St. Charles Pl, Mid-City Los Angeles
The weathered door squeaked open. A wizened face, almost floating above a moth-eaten coat, peered out at her. “Is this the records office?” she croaked.
“Yes,” came a whisper. “Sit and attach the apparatus to your frontal lobe.”
Although nervous, she obeyed. Erasing one’s medical history is painful but necessary.
You are a young, black woman going to a Sunday matinee play. The play is an adaptation of one of your favorite books of recent years, Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine. It’s a book that first put to words the effect of racist microaggressions on your life. You read it and finally see that, no, you haven’t been imagining things. That errant, useless conversations about “affirmative action” and “no, your father wasn’t a deadbeat dad -- he’s dead. Cancer,” followed by “yes, black people actually get cancer" were real. Your pain is real.Read More
“And if you look to your right, you’ll see the The Hitching Post, the restaurant where Paul Giamatti and Thomas Haden Church met the woman who’d change their lives forever,” Richard, my tour guide, pointed out. The family of four Australians sitting behind me hoisted their cameras for a blurred picture as our converted party cum tour bus sped on. In the seat in front of me, the husband half of the middle-age Filipino couple, rounding out our group of seven, murmured with a vague familiarity, “Mmmm, Sideways.”Read More
Ten years ago the artist formerly known as Lil Boosie and now just B-A-D-A-Z-Z (yea that’s me!) released the ode to doing the impossible that is Wipe Me Down as a one-off track on a compilation album, Survival of the Fittest, for Trill Entertainment, founded by the late Pimp C. It was the first follow-up to his 2006 debut album Bad Azz and the hits Set It Off and Zoom, a song that contributed to everyone (thuggish ruggish and not so) doing the motorcycle dance in the club.Read More