I moved cross country twelve weeks ago but I am still unpacking.

Before that, it was planning and scheduling and cars being shipped and packers coming to pack us and saying goodbye to grandma and hotel rooms and a long road trip and quite a few to-do lists that didn’t include half of what I actually needed to do and finding a house in a new place and furniture and drivers licenses and tags for the car and getting used to nosy bitches in full makeup with monograms on their Lily Pulitzer blazers who definitely don’t mind their own goddamn business and say bless your heart when they finally get gone and conservatives and country roads with no shoulder and signals that swing in the wind from a wire (what the fuck is that?) and humidity and rain and thunder and actual fucking weather, who knew.

But somehow it all got done and here I am.

Back from my hiatus.

Two thousand one hundred and seventy three point nine miles from home. I’ve never been this far from good Mexican food. (That deserves its own sentence.) I’ve never lived in a place wihout the Pacific Ocean and the dry breezy afternoons with palm trees and red tile roofs and a sky so orange you’re certain that an earthquake is coming or maybe a fire. Or a police chase. Or a riot after the Lakers (or the Rams) win.

I’ve never been this far away from home, but I’m slowly starting to think that’s okay.

This blog is called bookstaves. Plural for bookstaff. A letter. A letter of the alphabet. A written character. A basic building block of language. And that’s what this blog is: letters and words and sentences and paragraphs about things of interest to me. 

Going forward, this blog is now my long, extended love letter to home. And there will definitely be some book reviews and shitty poetry. This blog is meant to be a few things, and now I have the time to make it so.

Thanks for reading.

Welcome to Bookstaves

Farewell, old blog of bad memories.

I have officially taken my old blog offline. If you were redirected here, below is the announcement about that blog’s retirement.

About nine months ago, I started working on a new project called Bookstaves. This project is still in its infancy, but Bookstaves will ultimately contain pieces on LA noir, art, film, architecture, poetry, photography, and literature. There will also be book reviews and, of course, haiku.

As a fifth generation Angeleno, the vibe will be a little LA-centric, and a lot eclectic. I have a great deal of content in the almost-ready-to-publish stage, so I decided to make the move official. I hope my regular, drama-free followers will find me here at Bookstaves. To the other five of you, well, this is not the place for you.

To Deborah: You have been the most steadfast friend I’ve ever had. Thank you for your endless encouragement and real talk. I have navigated some extreme bullshit this year and you are the reason I got through it in one piece. Thank you. I owe you a vacation in Hawaii.

To Lauren: Thank you for convincing me to take on this new project! You were the boost I needed, and I am eternally grateful. I hope you decide to contribute because you have some great ideas!

To Jeff: You may not know this, but you bring a positivity to my life that I never expected. Thank you for your friendship.

My hope is for Bookstaves to become a community. If you’re interested in contributing, send a page or two of your writing and a summary of your interests to bookstaves@gmail.com.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate your support and comments. I hope you stick around for something interesting.