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I’m 27 and I play in a punk rock band. I love it. We love it. We’ve spent the past 10 years writing,  practicing, performing, recording, spending huge amounts of time, money, and aggravation, and primarily...

 

This is a story about a young boy who grew up in a strict household and was determined to take a punishment for his actions without shedding a tear and feeling NO PAIN!

 

Dave Thomason told this story at Ten Fingers, the San Francisco storytelling even where anybody can spin a tale. He won first prize and took home $150 for his trouble. Sign up to tell YOUR story at the next Ten Fingers on Sept. 15th or...

 

A sneaky daughter and the wrath of her mother

 

 

AIDSLifecycle 2010 - Day #5 -"Red Dress Day?"

Traditionally being the shortest daily mileage of the week, "Red Dress Day" usually passes with ease. 67 miles...

 

Summer came again as I looked out over the apartment sitting on one couch while stairing at another, which had now become my bed. I had prepared so well to get a job so I could save up money and now I was left with none. Just waiting for some...

 

"You were born with that name?"  This is the question I get after I introduce myself with what has been my full, legal name for many years now... Beautiful Existence.

Now there is always an ackward pause after their question...

 

Just before I started junior high school, my family and I moved into a high-rise building that I considered the height of sophistication and modernity.

 

About ten years ago, when I was a sophomore in college, my boyfriend Ry, his best friend Jeh, my foriegn exchange student friend from Japan Tomoko and I all decided to visit New York City over spring break.  Tomoko and I were students at...

 

A year ago I boarded a bus on East 18th Street headed to downtown Oakland. I sat in the back of the bus, reading a book. A black woman in her early 40s, clad in a cowboy hat and boots, blue jeans and a brown leather jacket,...

 

On the first day of junior high school, I decided to make a statement to the other students, a declaration of principles about who I was and what I stood for. That's why I wore a Superman T-shirt.  I didn't realize that something...

 

Its hot.  I am in the shade and still baking, still waiting for R(i)TA the patron saint of desperate, lost causes.  She stays busy in this city that care forgot.  

 

My head sags, soaked in the steam rising from...

 

In 2004, I flew home to Minnesota for my Great Aunt Winifred's 100th birthday. She died the night before the party, so we ended up having a funeral instead. But the real icing on the cake was, well, the icing on the cake.