How Not To Fry An Egg As the story goes, early in the summer of 1982, when my mom wasn’t home, my dad’s hunter-gatherer instincts beckoned. Paternal intuition came in the cry of a hungry child. Daddy’s idea seemed easy enough, a crackerjack undertaking in simplicity: to fry my sister an egg for breakfast. More
Robbie, Junior Robbie is my second cousin, a little more than a year and a half older than me. His grandmother, Elner, my Papa Hamlett’s sister and my great aunt. Though our blood was inextricably linked through kin, there is more to it than that. More
Sometimes I Don’t Like My Brain Sometimes when you talk to me, what my ears hear with my eyes is a small cloud of grayish white smoke with certain individual black letters poking out. These are unformed words. The words you are saying to me. More
Words I don’t want to be the guy on the side of the road dressed up like a cloud, dancing on the sidewalk, holding a sign that says, “50% off all mattresses. Today only!” More
Episode 6: This Is Me Being Uncomfortable In this episode of This Is Me Being Uncomfortable, I say “um” and “you know” a lot for the first three or four minutes, then get down to talking about depression and suicidal thoughts, why I stopped buying and bringing beer into my home, pick-up basketball, obsessive running, teaching my daughter how to play guitar, meditation, and music therapy. More
