I’m 27 and I play in a punk rock band. I love it. We love it. We’ve spent the past 10 years writing, practicing, performing, recording, spending huge amounts of time, money, and aggravation, and primarily...
This is a story about a young boy who grew up in a strict household and was determined to take a punishment for his actions without shedding a tear and feeling NO PAIN!
Dave Thomason told this story at Ten Fingers, the San Francisco storytelling even where anybody can spin a tale. He won first prize and took home $150 for his trouble. Sign up to tell YOUR story at the next Ten Fingers on Sept. 15th or...
Summer came again as I looked out over the apartment sitting on one couch while stairing at another, which had now become my bed. I had prepared so well to get a job so I could save up money and now I was left with none. Just waiting for some...
"You were born with that name?" This is the question I get after I introduce myself with what has been my full, legal name for many years now... Beautiful Existence.
Now there is always an ackward pause after their question...
Just before I started junior high school, my family and I moved into a high-rise building that I considered the height of sophistication and modernity.
About ten years ago, when I was a sophomore in college, my boyfriend Ry, his best friend Jeh, my foriegn exchange student friend from Japan Tomoko and I all decided to visit New York City over spring break. Tomoko and I were students at...
A year ago I boarded a bus on East 18th Street headed to downtown Oakland. I sat in the back of the bus, reading a book. A black woman in her early 40s, clad in a cowboy hat and boots, blue jeans and a brown leather jacket,...
On the first day of junior high school, I decided to make a statement to the other students, a declaration of principles about who I was and what I stood for. That's why I wore a Superman T-shirt. I didn't realize that something...
Its hot. I am in the shade and still baking, still waiting for R(i)TA the patron saint of desperate, lost causes. She stays busy in this city that care forgot.
In 2004, I flew home to Minnesota for my Great Aunt Winifred's 100th birthday. She died the night before the party, so we ended up having a funeral instead. But the real icing on the cake was, well, the icing on the cake.
