February 26 / Complete Wastes of Time

As far as I can tell, I’ve now been playing cello for three years.

That’s not completely accurate, though.

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When I was three, my parents moved us to Costa Mesa, an Orange County suburb, back when the word suburb still had some meaning. We lived on a cul-de-sac in a subdivision whose streets were named after Pacific islands. There were two other families in our end of the street, and some of the kids were around my age.

We played. We fought. Our parents intervened. We played. We fought. Our parents intervened again. Repeat ad nauseam.

And then came the Star Wars action figures.

Read MoreI have no idea how I survived past five years old.

December 30 / Complete Wastes of Time

Last night, Midnight’s Twitter Game Tag was #2014InFiveWords. My entry? “That could have gone better.”…

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June 6 / Fiction

In November of 1996 (oh my God, that feels so long ago), I made a…

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