There was only one thing I was halfway good at.. and at 15 I started to wonder if I actually could DRAW for a living..READ MORE..
Any hometown is a memory palace, and moving through it unlocks feelings from long ago.READ MORE..
Children fit a whole lot of living into a year, or even an afternoon. This is the case with dogs too, who famously live seven years to our one.READ MORE..
My 4th grade teacher’s personality shifted from angelic to diabolical quicker than a twist of her rosary beads.READ MORE..
FWEET! – my first ever rugby game was underway, and I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do.READ MORE..
I started working at Hanna-Barbera when I was 17 years old. It was a time of personal triumph, but also profound heartbreak.READ MORE..
One drug-addled evening, the teen wise-men had the epiphany that a solution to their cashflow problems was to steal a sheep.READ MORE..
Recently, I found a cardboard box containing the artwork, and super-8 film spool of a movie I made in high school. A celluloid masterpiece called SPACE FLiK.READ MORE..
The ability to draw, to capture a personal slice of the world, or a quirky phantasm of the mind, is the particular area of human achievement that intrigues me.READ MORE..
I keep alight many memories of childhood wonder, trying to hold onto them lightly lest they break, or become twisted.READ MORE..