Sunset with Ferris Wheel in Distance I rode a ferris wheel with the man I loved in the parking lot of a strip mall somewhere in Nashvi...

I tossed and turned last night and dreamt of moths. No anxiety dream, though, as I went to bed reading about moths. They build scaffol...

The view of the aftermath of the SpaceX launch last night We carry empty syringes, sticky acrid sweet on our fingers later brushed on l...

Last night, the wind was whipping around the Los Angeles streets, cold for these parts. We had been at a white elephant party, a...

I'm not saying anything else about What Happened Today in Terrible America, other than the plutocrats have successfully passed their...

For how could one express in words those emotions of the body? Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse I would like to be the M...

Me reading, 1974 this interview , again, with Claudia Rankine by David Ulin in The Paris Review, Winter 2016: Rankine: I think peop...

Hint: This isn't Sophie. Read on. Suspense, right? Sophie has been home from the hospital for a few days, but we're still reco...

I'm typing this from Sophie's hospital room in Santa Monica where we arrived yesterday early afternoon after a visit to the pedi...

Dear Representative or Senator, As a constituent who cares deeply about issues affecting people with intellectual and developmental dis...

I don't know about you, but I feel so weird these days, so out of sorts, so self-conscious and aware and filled with adrenaline and ...

In a 1984 Paris Review interview with the writer James Baldwin, he was asked whether he found it easier or more difficult to writ...

I was scanning through some old posts from a few years ago and noticed one that is particularly relevant -- STILL -- to today. It has to...

23 years, beginning in infancy, four different benzos (Nitrazepam, Ativan, Klonopin and Clobazam), zero seizure control, high depende...