In the small room, the fluorescent light is anemic, like it’s filtered through dirty water. It shows only what it wants to show, so details—the corners, beneath the table, the grooves in the men’s faces—are not so much in shadow as they are not worth the bother.

The boy—he doesn’t think of himself as a boy, but everyone else in the room does—sits crumpled like a discarded pop can, almost completely still, except when he’s … Keep reading...

You have six new voicemails.

First new voicemail, sent Thursday, April X, XXXX at 10:42 a.m.

Hey.

I know you’re avoiding my calls and that’s okay. I just wanted to call and say, you know, hey. And that I’m thinking about you.

Oh, and I’m about to do something stupid. I mean really stupid. Like jumping off a cliff because all your friends do stupid. (Actually I saw a funny thing about that on the Keep reading...

If you’ve ever researched how to achieve sustainable success on the internet, you know you need to be an “expert.” Much of the credit for this goes to Google who, in their quest for search result relevance, have realized that the most relevant search results are those that had been shared by the most people. And of course, the way to get people to recommend an article is to make it useful, for the author … Keep reading...

I’ve been having a discussion with myself about why I write what I do for a long time. When I was younger, I never really thought about it. I wrote what I liked. I wrote what I wanted to write. That was it. And then my mom ruined everything.

Yes. My mom.

I used to send all my stories to her and she dutifully read them. They were obviously not her kind of thing, but … Keep reading...

Think back. When you were a kid, was there some driving feature of your life, something that you see under-girding everything you did, or everything you were/are? Let me give you an example.

Don’t Cry

When I was in elementary school, I had to get a variety of physicals, just like every other kid. That meant shots, and just like every kid, I hated shots. They made me cry. Like most mothers, mine was motivated … Keep reading...

Before this goes any further, let me share two stories.

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One of the most vivid memories I have of my childhood is this: I’m walking home from school. It’s a warm autumn day and I’m alone. I cross the street from the playground and start passing my best friend’s house. As I do, a girl approaches. I know her peripherally. She’s a grade above me. We’ve never spoken. She’s coming toward me and we … Keep reading...

Think about remixes. Sure, there are some lazy, bad ones that just add that uhm ts uhm ts uhm ts beneath a famous song and call it done, but the best ones are something different. They take the ideas, sounds, and textures of a great song and create something new (and sometimes better). Really great covers are the same way. Some are just tributes, but some take what’s there and build on it to create … Keep reading...