Category Archives: Writing

1974 Vacation Remember when family holidays were the coolest thing ever? Most likely this was before you turned thirteen, and still liked your parents at least a little bit. One of our most epic family vacations occurred when I was nine. My father flew us out to Los Angeles from New Jersey where he hadContinue Reading

Why I write I write because my silence is painful. I write because truth is better than lies. I write because there is so much love I write because I am dead inside when I don’t I am telling everyone what I see and feel I write because I am funny Because I am sadContinue Reading