I don't want to curse her. I don't want to fight her. I just want to eat Ikea meatballs with my metamour, because she rules. Here's a love letter that I wrote to my love's love for Men's Health. Releasing this into the world wasn't easy; in fact, it led to a massive coming-out moment … Continue reading My Husband Has A Girlfriend…and I Love Her
"I wonder if everyone has a tragic doppelgänger story," poet G.M. Palmer* said in reaction to my recent essay. "I know I do." He proceeded to tell me a tale that echoed my experience of the surreal, then tragic feeling of finding and tragically losing a real life double. It thrilled me to think I … Continue reading My Tragic Doppelgänger Story
After throwing a virtual birthday party on Zoom, I wrote about weird ways to stay virtually connected in this strange new world for OK Whatever. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKKONgfNONU All I wanna do is a Zoom Zoom Zoom Read About Physically-Distanced Connecting
Have you ever wanted to see what your favorite song would look like as a painting--without the use of psychedelic drugs? I'm so proud to unveil a bite-sized synesthesia explainer and class that I created for OK Whatever; it simply involves listening to music! Report back to me with your success rate. It's a great time … Continue reading Can You Recreate Synesthesia With Music?
“I wasn’t really attracted to Cameron Starling, I just wanted to try him like a drug.” Check out an excerpt from Glory Guitars, my memoir about being a teen degenerate in the ’90s, in the latest issue of Suspect Press. Read the Excerpt
Some moments aren't our proudest ones; as a 35-year-old mother of two, I found myself getting altogether too huffy at the online quiz results of a young adult novel website. But instead of brushing away the immaturity, I decided it was more hilarious, and potentially enlightening, to see why this online quiz was making me … Continue reading Up on Syfy: Does Being a Slytherin Make Me a Bad Person?
...And why it's really, really important. Here's an explainer about my strangely titled job, and my love letter to all who sacrifice for their music. Read It In Westword