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For a few years now, I’ve been keeping little tidbits in a saved folder so that I could try and write a good recap of spending ten years in Los Angeles. I have a little more than a year to …
I Never Thought I’d Pity My Mom for Dying
After losing my mom when I was fourteen, going through big life milestones can really run the gamut of “I wish she could be here for this” to “I can’t believe how long I’ve been crying in this Trader Joe’s …
“She’s Out. She’s Beautiful.”
“CODED. She’s coding.” That’s what they screamed. Nurses, midwives; all yelling from inside a small room where my wife was being prepped for an emergency c-section. No windows, no information, just screaming. “She’s coding.” Our doctor- a rock, a pillar- …
Depression and Art. Obsession with Fart.
I’ve been dealing with depression my entire adult life. If you wanted to pinpoint when it began, you’d be an idiot not to circle the day my mother died. But I’m not sure if her death was the reason for my …
Letterman in my Comedy, and Letterman with my Dad
David Letterman is much older than me. He started doing comedy before my parents even had the necessary equipment to make me, and his show started airing before I had the necessary equipment to make me. But he might …
Stop Saying You’re Sorry About my Dead Mother
If you can’t tell by the headline, and if you don’t know me so well, my mother passed away when I was fourteen. Now, your first reaction is probably something along the lines of pity, compassion, empathy, sympathy, or if …