Goodnight, Grandmother.

Goodnight, Grandmother.

So many of my Christmas memories are inexorably bound to my grandmother’s house. The primary place my family celebrated the holiday was there, along with dozens of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. The dinner and gift exchange were always the centerpiece, but there...
Requiem For A Goddamned Batman

Requiem For A Goddamned Batman

I’ve been trying for the last hour to write something appropriate for Scott Eric Kaufman. Nothing works, however. Nothing fits. I want him to be on the other end of a Facebook instant message, so I could bounce ideas off him for the perfect lead. I did that, off and...
Rebel, Rebel

Rebel, Rebel

The most ridiculous thing about the way I found out about David Bowie’s death was the first notice, where a notorious death hoax site published a note saying not that he had passed, but that it was a hoax that he had died. Instead, we learned within the hour that the...
The Day I Made Harrison Ford Laugh

The Day I Made Harrison Ford Laugh

My last regular writing gig was for a site I co-founded called Red Carpet Crash, in 2009. In the three years I wrote for the site as its editor, I did hundreds of interviews, but the one I enjoyed the most was in the environment I liked the least: the roundtable...
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