I’m not mad, I just had nuff’ of the ruff stuff Remember when Queen Latifah was a rapper only? You talk about flavor, I got enough flavor to make a grapefruit sweet Get old ladies jumpin’ out of their seats…
Category: 1990s
It’s a very special day at my house. Today, my little girl became a woman. No, no, not that way … or that way. But several major milestones happened: I signed her up for drivers ed. I took her for her annual…
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ENTROPY magazine published my flash essay, “There is no main mixtape,” today. In those days, the apartment building was a railroad, a locomotive, three stories on an echo-chamber alley, the echo my new adulthood, adolescence a pocket door sliding into…
Read the PostThere is no main mixtape (after my life) — ENTROPY
By day, I handed a drive-through order to a man whose testicles lay outside his nylon running shorts, like a small bald rodent. …. The good people at Okey-Panky published my short essay “Fast Food” today. Please read it —…
Song of the week: PJ Harvey’s “Man-Size,” from her 1993 album Rid of Me, replayed on the radio as I was working through a touch of simmering rage about being a woman. Why so ragey? “Man-Size” came on as I…
Read the Post“Man-Size,” the Rolling Stone Scandal and Oh Yeah! Why I Write