Caring

I woke to find myself floating down a river. From all appearances — the beating green of the knee-high grass, the granite bones jutting skyward, muscular redwoods lining the bank — I was slowly drifting through a valley in the Pacific Northwest, on a river pregnant with fresh snow melt. The previous day I had…

Rejected Movie Pitches

Rejected Movie Pitches -to the Yee Family I Once upon a time, there was a beaver named Chad. Chad really liked popsicles. One night, he saw a lady beaver with pink fur. He gave her a popsicle, but she didn’t like it. Chad was distraught, so he decided that he would make a better popsicle.…

WuToWu Summer Edition #9: An Eccentric Faith

Hi Jessica, Get ready for a long post! I have been enjoying watching the Olympics, and all the gold medals the US swimmers and gymnasts have been racking up. I’ve also enjoyed seeing some more eclectic sports like weightlifting (enormous, enormously strong people!), wrestling (intense hugging!), and indoor track cycling (trying to go as slow…

WuToWu Summer Edition #7: Practicing Theft

Hi Jessica, May I just say that I so enjoyed reading your rambling and strangely phrased text messages. I will keep them safe. I have photo evidence. I’m also glad you’ve gotten to watch some classics of contemporary cinema. Another area in which I am playing catch-up! On my side of things, I’ve been able…

Tom

A semi-auto-biographical character sketch. I would like to be able to forget myself more often. Tom was a man who thought about himself a lot. He wasn’t egotistical, just a bit self-centered. When he met new people, he mostly thought about how they would fit into his life. Would they be a friend? An enemy?…

In Letters

I wrote the first bit of this during a car trip back to Palo Alto from Los Angeles.   1. I sent a package to the past today. I included a few fortune cookies, a pad of Hilton stationery (left by my nephew), an expired driver’s permit from the state of Arizona, and a picture.…

The Millennium Fiction

Chapter 4 JOHN – I met up with Riley before school at the embankment. There’s a creek that runs along the back of our school that’s lined with trees. From the school side, you have to walk across the football and baseball fields to reach it. I live on the other side of the creek,…