Other Writing

Angela’s shaky recorded voice fought the drunken whoops and chatter of the surrounding college party as I listened to her message on my phone: “You can tell how upset I am by the fact I’m calling you.”

While I slithered out of my mother’s body with a full head of hair, the piranha infestation didn’t happen until I was five.

"My mother gave me one of her you're crazy looks and insisted the Toledanos family never had a man living in a mobile home in their back yard."

"My sister and I took the bus to Camden. She wanted to go to the market and finger through the pseudo-goth shit, but I wouldn’t let her."

"‘Wait… Wait…’

Nice tie. Nice. Slick as a brick. Gucci, only the best. Cost a ton and a half, but worth it."

"Jerry didn’t want me to open the door, but I did it anyway."