Status Updates From The Collected Writings

"There is an old saying that life is just a bowl of cherries, ripe for the picking and more delicious with each succulent mouthful. Right now I’d like to fart on whoever said that because it is one big giant lie. Life is many things, but it is not a bowl of cherries."

So far I've finished I Remember, which was an interesting read (especially because in my creative nonfiction writing class where we did an "I Remember" style exercise his name was not brought up... it's got moments of weirdness, casual racism of 1940s-50s Tulsa, and many simple memories, such as "I remember Saturdays," but overall it was a captivating and cool experimental memoir.. more to come