11:40 AM We arrive 20 minutes early. Had my mother ushered me out the door and not my father, we would have rushed to be 5 minutes late. I am a bundle of conflicting emotions, as I always am when I leave San Francisco, and waiting on the street in front of Carl’s Junior is [...]
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New York Cliché as San Francisco Cliché (Intro)
Posted in Uncategorized on February 23, 2012 | 1 Comment »
A Date with My Elementary School Nemesis: He’s in the Navy
Posted in Uncategorized on January 27, 2012 | 1 Comment »
(Continued from A Date with My Elementary School Nemesis: Background) I watched him as he struggled to parallel park the car, always a challenge on a San Francisco hill. I was nervous. This was the culmination of seven weeks of communication complicated by a separation of 3,000 miles. This was real life. The last moments of anticipation: a straightening of [...]
Farewell Tonsils: I Survive Surgery
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged agnostic, doctors, ENT, nervous, operation, prayer, scared, surgeon, surgery, tonsillectomy, tonsils on May 30, 2011 | 9 Comments »
If you make it sunny tomorrow, I’ll give you a hundred kisses! This is the last time I remember praying to God. I was six years old, lying in bed, so pumped with excitement about the next day’s trip to “Marine World”, that I could not fall asleep. The trip would be canceled in the [...]
When I Was A Wallflower
Posted in childhood, Uncategorized, tagged admissions, college, concerts, high school, mosh pits, shows, teenaged, teenagers on May 25, 2011 | 3 Comments »
December 12, 2003 I received an abysmally thin envelope embossed OBERLIN COLLEGE in the left hand corner. My heart pounded in my ears as I ripped it open: Just cause it’s thin doesn’t necessarily mean… I extracted the single sheet of paper where the phrases Unfortunately and We regret and Wish you all the best accosted me. [...]
No Puppy Love
Posted in Dating, Safa Boy, Uncategorized, tagged anger, break ups, breakups, cheating, puppy-dog eyes, relationships on March 24, 2011 | 7 Comments »
[This is Part Seven of The Safa Boy Series: click for Introduction, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, and Part Six] It is well documented that, when living on the tiny island Manhattan, the chances of running into a former lover are high on the scale of 1 to inevitable. These odds increase exponentially when you look like [...]





