Just when we thought this hostile election cycle couldn’t get worse, this happened. A Republican Party campaign headquarters in North Carolina was vandalized and firebombed.
I’m a Democrat, and this sickens me. Just as I don’t want to be threatened because of my political beliefs, I don’t want to see others be threatened because of theirs. Read more »
On October 14, 1986, I got up early and drove from my house in Reseda to my new job in Irvine. This would lead me to move to Orange County where I met my wife and started our family. That reason by itself is why I’m glad I came here. Although I’ve been spending a lot of time writing about the place I came from, I’d like to take some time to appreciate all the things I love about Orange County, especially where I live in South County. Like my other anniversary posts, I made a list. Read more »
This has been the nastiest, most divisive election since they settled arguments with dueling pistols. We also have local elections as nasty as the presidential one. The good news is that it’s almost over. On November 8, we’ll have our say and, if Florida doesn’t screw up again, a new president.
That’s why I’d like to declare November 9 as Thank Goodness It’s Over Day. Here’s how we can celebrate. Read more »
While The Remainders is being considered for publication, I will post spoiler-free commentaries about the issues and themes I cover in the book. This is the third installment of the series.
In The Remainders, I have a character named Mrs. Cimino. She doesn’t have a piano (but she has a whole lot of other problems). She is an homage to a teacher at CSUN who encouraged my writing career at a time when I needed it. He was Robert T. Oliphant.
While The Remainders is being considered for publication, I will post spoiler-free commentaries about the issues and themes I cover in the book. This is the second installment of the series.
I confess: I don’t see them either.
I know they’re there. They hold up cardboard signs as they stand at the exits of shopping malls. They sit in back corner of the public library when they are not using the bathroom. They push shopping carts filled with stuffed black plastic bags.
I know they’re there, but I don’t see them. Neither do most of us.