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…
I have suspended all recurring subscriptions for this Substack; no one will be charged going forward. I expect letters to be very infrequent indeed…
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This letter is open to everyone, but addressed in particular to my paid subscribers. This is my letter to tell you that I will understand completely if…
It occurs to me that perhaps I lost my teaching job in the nick of time. I was a white man who taught a very popular Women’s Studies course on a mostly…
This week, the Supreme Court will hear the oral arguments in Dobbs v Jackson, the most direct challenge to Roe v Wade we’ve seen in decades. The future…