I’m a lazy person, which is why I was just going to post that gif of a dumpster fire and call it a day. Since I can’t figure out how to make a gif work as the featured picture, I’ll have to write. Stupid laziness.
In 2014, I volunteered for a friend’s city council campaign. What started as a simple request to help him and his manager understand the software they were using to keep track of voters turned into a full-time job that consumed my summer and autumn. It was exhausting and exasperating, but, […]
I. When my family moved to Seattle from Santa Monica last September, I knew there would be a lot of things I would miss. I would miss our awesome upstairs neighbors, a pair of lovely economists who would invite us up for pizza, beer, and vicious games of Settlers of […]
I don’t talk about my kid’s school very often, mostly because I want to keep my writing and her life separate. Yes, the two are in conversation with each other. Sometimes, that conversation is mostly shouting. The point remains: at school, I’m Mister Adam, parent and volunteer. Here, I’m not. […]
Brenda Cooper is awesome. She is a powerful writer, a cycling buddy, and a mentor willing to give time and advice to anyone who wades into the magically gut-churning world of publishing. Plus, she’s a lot of fun, which is why I jumped at the chance to do a bunch […]
Against my better judgement, I’m going back to California this weekend. See, I went to this college called Harvey Mudd, and, despite not graduating from there, I will return for my class’s twentieth reunion. The place has a powerful gravitational pull. Plus, someone said there would be strawberry donuts. I […]
In the world of Windswept, people sign long contracts with conglomerates to become Indentures. Part of that contract is that you have a tattoo on your cheek denoting your field of expertise. These tattoos are fashionable, flattering, and they hurt like hell when applied. When people Breach their Indenture and […]