Dear Lily and Liam, Lately I've been thinking about some of the things I wish I'd known when I was younger – the insights that would have...

Jesus Keeps His Head Down   He crossed near Nogales with a coyote who cost 80,000 pesos and spent three days in a stash house watching telenovelas with the sound off.   A friend of the family ferried him up to Frisco where he sleeps behind the Circle K on South Van Ness. Every morning he stands in the parking lot coffee cooling in a Styrofoam cup that still smells of last night's Tecate.   The contractors know his name by now. He can paint, patch, hang drywall, and landscape.

Dear Liam, Six years ago, when your sister turned one, I wrote her a letter and posted it here on my blog. Two years later, for your...

Dear Lily Marie – A few mornings ago, you woke up early – like you always do – and climbed into bed with your mother and me. I absolutely...

Son – Today is your special day – your first birthday – and boy, did it start out with a bang! I was holding your sister, Lily, near the...

The Spoon (100 Word Prose Poetry) Cliché’s be damned, we stood beneath the overpass. She held the lighter under the spoon that Jojo kept...

Sorry for the delay in posting. Without further ado, here's my Top 5 live shows... 5) Public Enemy at The Grand Ballroom at the Regency...

You never forget your first. Mine was The Kinks, on March 12, 1985* ( Huge shoutout to Setlist.fm , a crowdsourced website that tracks...

Dear Lily – Happy birthday, Mamalah! I can’t believe that it’s been a year since you were born. I can say without hesitation that this...