My 18-year-old son took a candy bag at a parade and came home with a couple of pounds. What it taught me about asking people to buy my work.
Nobody Earns the Bag
The Second Bar
Getting your work to market is the first bar. At a street festival I watched my chiropractor clear the second one, and saw what I'd been skipping.
Even Further Down the Road
I wrote these lines at twenty years down the road and posted them again at twenty-four. Here they are at twenty-eight, after a normal Saturday that was anything but.
The Back of the Record
I found a 1958 pressing of The Strangest Secret at an estate sale. The back cover reads like grift copy, word for word. Here's why my alarm didn't go off.
Arm’s Reach
A man, a toddler with an iPad, and eight feet of downtown sidewalk between them. I got angry faster than I expected, and the anger wasn't really about him.
