It was a typical Monday and I was typically commuting from one harried spot on the west side of Los Angeles to my place of work some 30...

As I embark on this new and hopefully more frequent blog post, which will include regular freeway inspired musings, some political rants,...

Clay made the best gumbo in the world. He was from New Orleans, and it was a family tradition. It had everything in it – shrimp,...

The first thing I saw when I stepped out of the elevator was the old man with the transparent skin. He was walking into the wall over...

Sam Taylor made me love music. I was 16 years old when my sister’s fake ID got me past the tattooed doorman at the Taurus Tavern. On the...

It was 3:28am exactly last night, or rather this morning, as I was tossing and turning in my hot bedroom, rueing the day I had smugly...