SEVEN years ago I wrote a piece about the six degrees of separation between myself and Vice President Joe Biden, wherein I described an evening at…
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I HAVE come to the realization that using the word “hell” in relation to “Los Angeles” is thematic in most of my writing as of late.…
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There’s some piano, indicating that serious stuff is ahead. And a mousy girl from the newspaper. Who is wearing your great aunt Margaret’s shirt. Except…
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AH, ROMANCE. That nebulous feeling fed by candle-lit dinners, flowers, chocolate, quirky surprises and a sense of playful spontaneity that appears fresh and inventive, yet…
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THE FOLLOWING is a totally fictionalized, though potentially real, account of Leonardo DiCaprio talking smack on everyone’s favorite dad, husband, talk show host, oh and movie…
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THE RUMOR we’ve all been dreading: Beyoncé and Jay-Z are getting a… don’t say it… nope… it can’t be possible… nothing in this world will…
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Q: “I’ve been dating a guy for just over two months, and we haven’t had sex yet. We’ve done everything but, though. Whenever I try…
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MEET him on Third and Market at the smoke shop where he works. Barter a handful of sweaty quarters and a shy predatory smile for…
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THE TICKETS were booked in March, back when the idea of summer—leaves on the trees, sun on your skin, sweat trickling down your sides—seemed altogether impossible.…
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PICTURE if you will, a scenario in which you have only been out on a few dates with somebody. There was the “let’s get drinks”…
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A DEAR FRIEND of mine has just gone through a very rough break-up. She alternates between different levels and forms of devastation, and the ways in…
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The Luggage at the Crash Site There were sunflowers in a field Just beyond the crash site Where the red white and blue of…
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