It's genetic (part 5)
In May of 1994 I graduated from Art Center College of Design. My whole family was there that sunny day in Pasadena, sitting in folding...
It's genetic (part 4)
My new boyfriend, Jason, a self-described "straight edge punk rock skater vegetarian socialist," was a frequent customer at the record...
It's genetic (part 3)
For the last two years I had been driving a small, ten-year-old, pumpkin-yellow Datsun King Cab pickup truck, which I called Fido because...
It's genetic (part 2)
During my first year of college when I was eighteen, I went to live with my Grama Geri. Grampa Bill had died four years before, and ever...
It's genetic (part 1)
Like most people, through much of my childhood I had two sets of grandparents whom I adored. One by one, they drifted off into the ether,...
Fidgety
I am a deeply self-conscious person who spends much of the time you're speaking to me wondering, "Do I have the right look on my face?"...
R.I.P., tree!
A chainsaw's bloodthirsty, horror-film roar takes over the pleasant quiet of a sunny Sunday morning. It could be the sound of a hedge...
Spare some change?
"Dear Abby, I am 17. My boyfriend of 2 1/2 years recently broke up with me... he's no longer in love with me and wants to date others. I...
Lit up
Late last year, I had a Spanish class in an office building downtown. One night a week I took the trolley down Market Street around...
Rumbly grumbling
Now more than ever, I am convinced that airlines keep their planes' air conditioning set to "refrigerate" for a reason. My theory is that...
