Scene from an L.A. Thanksgiving

THANKSGIVING 1991 The sweet, cloying scent of death was veiled by the sharpness of cleanser in the antiseptic lobby of the Home. Chrome handrails lined the light pink walls. A hunched elderly man clutched onto the railing as he shuffled along in slow motion. Each step looked pained. Pasty white skin, his eyelids drooped over … Continue reading Scene from an L.A. Thanksgiving

Grand Fu*k*ng Cyn

On our drive from school the other day my tweenage son told me a classmate had offered him a joint. I’d been preparing for this moment, staging it in my head for years, ready with my bag full of allegorical stories of my reckless youth before easing into the “Why drugs are bad for you” … Continue reading Grand Fu*k*ng Cyn