I saw Stanley Burns's Sleeping Beauties at the counter of Dark Carnival many, many years. The collection of postmortem photographs shocked and startled me. Who would collect pi
Going alone to a cafe to write was huge for me. I was self-conscious about sitting by myself. I judged myself harshly: what was wrong with me that I didn't have any friends to eat
I started writing in cafés on Valencia Street in the early 90s. The café was called Radio Valencia, on the corner of Valencia and 23rd. It closed in 1995, after two fire trucks racing w
I was up early, as usual, computer on, checking my email and trying to get a handle on the day. The radio played softly in the background, more for company than entertainment.
After Mason and I crossed Broadway, we stumbled upon a memorial to the firefighters lost when the World Trade Center collapsed. Bright chains of origami cranes decorated the fence around an o
In the beginning, I loved the idea that I could make some money through my blog as I guided people to books they might actually use and enjoy. As soon as the Cemetery Travel blog was really u