Book Review: Tales From Suburbia

When I was four-years-old, we moved into a new tract house on a street named Maxon Lane in Chino, CA.  Down the street about ten houses or so, lived this girl named Brandi, whom I also went to school with and was in the same class with through third grade, before I moved to Riverside... Continue Reading →


A Little Pep-Talk First Thing In The Morning?

I couldn't pull myself together yesterday.  I'm one of millions who have that depression thing - the chemical kind - the kind that keeps one on a therapeutic dose of antidepressants for their whole lives.  I hate taking them.  I weaned myself off of them once and six months later I was a suicidal hot... Continue Reading →

Writing Is My Drug Of Choice

The past couple of weeks have been keeping me occupied with my domestic responsibilities that I feared that dust might start building up on my laptop as it sat on my shelf.  I actually started feeling withdrawal symptoms from not writing, on par with the ones I'm experiencing become I'm going to have to go... Continue Reading →

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