I Don't Know How to Swim
But tomorrow I leave for the California Salmon River, to brave Class IV and V rapids like these with my 66-year-old mother. It’s a four day trip in the middle of the Shasta Mountains, no cell phone reception, no Internets. I’m quite excited. You wanna shower? Go in the river. You wanna poop? Apparently they have bathrooms. Either way, this is going to be hugely rustic for me. Not...
I Wrote This Email to Myself 5 Years Ago
And it just popped in my inbox thanks to futureme.org. Oh silly 25-year-old me. One down, three to go… and yes, I still love “She’s the Man.” Some things don’t ever change. Have you been able to cross everything off your Life Checklist? If not, what the fuck, get off your ass. Here’s a reminder of what you should have accomplished by now (in no particular...
Reason #29 Why I'm Glad to Be Home
Dad: Ugh. My back's been bothering me for a week.
Me: You should go to the chiropractor.
Dad: That's like going to a voodoo doctor.
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved...– Maurice Sendak