A few nights ago I had a chance to party with an old friend. But our choices are making that an unsteady enterprise.

Life in LA can be exciting in all the worst ways: earthquakes, floods, fires; but it also gets too soothing at times. The ocean breeze rustling the palm trees, fog rolling in an out, perfect weather every day, it can lull you. Maybe that’s the problem: too much of a good thing.

Is there a place for you in your life? Think about that, if you’ve got a handful of minutes. Now take my flashlight.

Nancy Drew and the case of the exploding head.

Are my boyish limitations an impediment to emotional maturity?

Do we question too often? Too deeply? We examine things so much that we’ve begun to question our own questioning.

My Grandma is eighty-four years old; I am twenty-four. We have a sixty year generation gap that appears very wide when she asks me if I have so and so on cassette tape.

In the event of a need for warmth, use a barbecue implement.