The Last Goodbye
We talked about the future—the life we weren’t going to have. And although we clung to the fantasy, the dread lingered in the background like a loaded gun on the table. There was no saving this bright thing.
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The Day I Asked Google If Gay Dragons Could Get Pregnant
It started off innocently enough searching for answers to questions like, what’s too steamy? How many thrusts is too many thrusts? Is a metaphorical shower scene safe if nobody gets explicitly rinsed? Does anyone know??
They Called Him a Savior
Louis doesn’t chase fame the way others do.
He doesn’t conform but he doesn’t give you the full version of himself just because you demand it—and that drives some people wild.
Galaxy and Other Bad Influences
His office smelled like cigarettes and leather—surprisingly masculine, possibly intentional. He looked around 42, maybe 45. Tall, graying, with a lean build and a way-too-fitted sweater that hugged his chest and emphasized his arms. He dressed in shades of gray, like a fog bank with opinions.
Chapter 5 - A Series of Approximations
I have never believed in the possibility of exactness. There are no straight lines in nature therefore only by a series of approximations do we perceive truth. — Stan Hall, 1976
Friday, February 4, 1994
A thunderstorm came on suddenly after their arrival but disappeared within the hour, leaving a sky
Bugs on Tape
If I ever live in Costa Rica again—and I might—I will do everything within my non-toxic, cruelty-free power to keep the bugs out of my house. But back in the sadly neglected rental home where this story takes place, that ship had already sailed. And sunk. And been
OMG - The Cleaner Ants of Costa Rica!
I made fresh coffee and perched on the deck rail. Below, a toucan flung bananas into its beak with frat-boy finesse. Capuchin monkeys chattered and wrestled in the trees. The rainforest rolled out before me like a living, breathing quilt. And the ants? Vanished.
Chapter 8 - Just a Small Bite
Sunday, April 24, 1994
Only a few years had passed since the mature discipline of statistics had started up a passionate affair with the very young and sexy computer science. It was going to prove to be a dangerous union—a black swan with world-reaching consequences.
The conference was one
Fast, Fluffy, and Furious
I’m usually pretty organized. The kind of person with alphabetized spice racks and a backup phone charger in every bag. But every once in a while, life throws me a curveball—like a last-minute call from a PR client asking me to meet them outside the Del Mar Thoroughbred
Bugs, Scorpions & the Existential Spider: A Love Letter to Costa Rica
I woke up around 3 AM with a tickle on my leg. Something was crawling under the sheet. I threw off the sheet and there it was: a thumbnail-sized black spider, just chillin’ on my thigh like it paid rent.
How Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley, and Louis Tomlinson Speak the Same Language
What binds Cohen, Buckley, and Tomlinson is not genre or fame. It’s something quieter and more sacred. They stood apart, each in their own time, each in their own way. And in doing so, they created work that doesn’t just last, it lives.
We Could’ve Been Something
Marianne’s name faded, the ink still brave: “Endless love, see you down the road.” The words glowed like a candle that refuses midnight.
Some Songs Don’t End.
Her heart stung in that familiar way, as if someone she hadn’t met had once broken it on her behalf. Outside, the wind bent the trees. Inside, she rewound the tape—not ready for the silence that followed.
They Called Him Difficult
She watched him from the back of the venue, where the lights didn’t reach, tears catching on her lashes as he sang a line she knew wasn’t for charts, but for them, the ones who had been bruised by believing too hard in the wrong people