Mama, Aunt Marianna, and others, I strongly, strongly suggest you do not read this one. More for you soon. Thank you! Britney Spears is having a remarkable 2021. She’s the subject of a riveting new documentary. The courts are open to reassessing the controversial conservatorship…
Thirty-three years ago today I moved to L.A. I turned 22 on May 22, 1989. The next day, I walked in cap and gown across the stage of Berkeley’s…
In the late 1990s, I was bitten by the marathoning bug. I was trying to stay sober, which in my case meant both putting down the bottle and staying out…
Last night, Victoria took us out to an elegant dinner at Mozza Osteria, a rightly well-regarded Mid-City Italian restaurant. “Us” included me, my…
(You know which one you are, right?) In her 2017 debut (and semi-autobiographical) novel The Idiot, Elif Batuman recalls a searing moment from…
Monday, February 2, 1987. I was a 19-year-old sophomore at Cal. It was a rainy morning in the Bay Area, and my Converse were soaked by the time I made…
Three stories. ONE It is the spring of 1991, and my first wife, Alyssa, and I are at a picnic with her family. My first wife is Filipina, and she has…
Two years ago this week, feeling exhausted and dispirited, I announced an indefinite hiatus from Facebook and other social media. (In the late aughts…
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