You Found Me

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” -Anaïs Nin

I’m glad you’re here. Take a sec and introduce yourself, if you’d like. Because not every conversation can start in the Costco food court. Although many do. I’ve had a few there myself.

My latest: I’ve somehow ventured into humor. Bigheaded People Want the Medical Recognition They Deserve was published over at Points in Case in April, and in May, this piece at McSweeney’s, titled Ten Classic Songs Rewritten For When You Want to Sing About Pugs. Because pugs for the win.

And because I’m firm in my commitment to earning the label of “pug crazy,” I even managed to work them into this piece on all the different meanings of “PM” in the job world, published on May 31 by the Seattle Times.

And if I was going to ask you to read just one thing out of all of my work, it’s this essay for the New York Times on growing up with a mother who had undiagnosed psychosis.

Book stuff: I’ve completed a manuscript titled “Jump: A Memoir About Skating and Survival,” and am working on a novel about an American photojournalist in South Africa during the Mandela elections (cause hey, I was a Canadian development worker in South Africa during the Mandela elections).