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It’s actually the “Caribbean Seasoned Roast Beef Torta Sandwich"– a monster of a feed with a whopping 10 ounces of beef on a ginormous bun, topped with a garden of cilantro and enough jalapeño peppers to kick you from here to Texas and back. It’s the ultimate gastronomic bliss-out for meat eaters. And oh yeah, I’m a vegetarian of over 20 years now. Did I ever think I’d be writing about a roast beef sandwich on my blog? Er, no. So why am…
My guiding principle in creating this blog is authenticity and I always write from a place of openness and honesty. But every now and then, I wrestle with the conundrum of vulnerability and the simple question of whether or not to post about some of the more tender aspects of my humanity. Such is the case with this post. In the process of chewing this over, I reread a few older posts that I’d written, in particular, one on inspiration. I’m reminded that the artists…
My son came out to me in the form of a text. I was working on my computer late one night last September. Enzo was staying at his dad’s house that particular evening. I had my nose deep into something I was writing when his text came in. The text, which was sent to both his father and me, was succinct, yet in my mind, absolutely beautiful. It said, “I’m gay. But I’m also very tired, so I’m going to bed. We can talk…
Emmett stopped by my apartment briefly yesterday. He was swinging by to raid the fridge and to show me the new tattoo that he’d just gotten in honor of his fallen comrade, Nap. I hadn’t seen him since Nap’s memorial last week. He dropped in late afternoon and his visit was brief. Emmett comes and goes like that. Still, it was good to see his face and to see with my own eyes that he is doing OK. Nap’s memorial was held in the Paccar…
As Venus passes over the face of the sun, Nap is soaring above the heavens; moving on to the next leg of his grand adventure. *** Shower the people you love with love. – James Taylor
Everything came to a screeching halt. On Wednesday afternoon, I received the news that my son Emmett’s best friend had been in a horrific accident. As he was riding his bicycle to work, he collided with a van. He suffered massive brain injuries and underwent emergency surgery at Harborview, where he now floats in a coma in the intensive care unit. On this particular day, my wonderful city was already in the grips of sorrow and shock over the senseless shootings that took the lives…
It was around this time last year that I started work on my e-book about the business of vocal jazz. I wrote diligently throughout the summer and by fall, I’d completed the first draft. The plan was to do rewrites over the course of the winter, to tape the video segments for the book and to ultimately release the book in late winter/early spring of this year. But things didn’t exactly go that way. In the early part of November, one of my freelance clients…
