Stage Fright, Steroids, & Yodeling

Reading my work scares me. Yes, I know I do things most people would rightly balk at – climb mountain ridges, hurl shoes, go to a NYC sex club alone. But the world doesn’t make a deodorant that can stop my sweat when reading for my peers. I have resorted to beta-blockers. They take the […]

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Un-Cursing Myself

I said aloud, “I am cursed.” “Yes,” she said. “Since Thanksgiving things have sucketh mightily as my family says,” I said after a lousy run of luck over the holidays. My book came out at a weird time before the holidays. It’s not a typical holiday read (a collection of short stories and/or workbook about […]

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