Talking to Myself, #9: Ms. WandaIt took a few years, but Ms. Wanda and I ultimately became friends of sorts.Aug 13, 2021Aug 13, 2021
Talking to Myself, #8: HamburgersThe truth is, I was raised just outside Baltimore. Yet, when I say where I’m from, I claim Baltimore. This upsets some, but, the other…Jul 11, 2021Jul 11, 2021
Talking to Myself, #7: MarketingMarketing: the act of using wordplay to grease your way into a person’s subconscious.May 6, 2021May 6, 2021
Talking to Myself, #5: Lunch TablesMy introduction to politics was in the 6th grade. I had just spent 5 years more-or-less on social autopilot: too young to carve out an…Feb 13, 2021Feb 13, 2021
Talking to Myself, #4: Quid Pro QuoEvery so often in this uniquely strange country, an event occurs that peels back the onion of American society with exacting precision…Jan 11, 2021Jan 11, 2021
Talking to Myself, #3: Time TravelI get paid to be a time traveler, a revisionist historian, and a royal pain in the ass.Dec 11, 2020Dec 11, 2020
Talking to Myself, #1: Orleans St.I was driving down Orleans St. the other day. East side. Past Hopkins. I saw something I wasn’t expecting to see.Nov 20, 2020Nov 20, 2020
