I don’t know why you’re still here.

There is a door that she’s always wondered about.

I discovered a shortcut into town today. It’s the stairs, from the dirt road, from the trail by the ocean…

Desfrutar means to “enjoy” in Portuguese…

I hate art and I absolutely do not want to talk about it.

Existential coffee for breakfast. By the pool there is a buzzing sound…

By winter, I had made it out west.

Business was slow. I hung out at home buzzing on coffee, thinking about what to do…

I am 4 maybe 5 when grandma died…

There is a place in the sun.

The apartment was quiet. Max had just left to drive to Burbank to go to an AA meeting…

I asked her to watch the stars with me tonight, over a bottle of wine, and I’m not sure why she said yes.

Ghost hunters. That really is what we fancied ourselves, as ridiculous as it sounds…

By 1964, my dad’s boat, the Kangaroo II, had become a weekend men’s clubhouse where a group of psychiatrists get a redo on their adolescence…

starry eyed sea freak with no plan, no insurance…

Margaret felt guilty. She knew she should feel guilty for what she had done, but she felt  guilty for not feeling guilty.