I'll never forget the first time tear gas singed my lungs. I was up in NY, covering the protests, and watching cops approach with a fear that my white, privileged self has never had to really process. I've reported on protests, but this was different. This is different ( Read more... )

I grew up at your knee. You were as much a part of the family as Corky and Frank and Miles. And I know that Dad's always had a crush on you ( Read more... )

It's taken me two days to be able to breathe without wanting to punch Frank, but even still ( Read more... )

Not injured. But heading out of town ( Read more... )

Peter's finally moving himself off of the couch in my library and going home today. He's going back to the office tomorrow. The truth is that this little foray into living together wasn't terrible. Avery was in heaven. He made camp with Peter in the library and they were virtually inseparable ( Read more... )

In case anyone was curious, I've fallen in love with Rose Lavelle. No, she doesn't know who I am and has no reason to give two shits about a dumbass like myself. But, if anyone knows how to make an introduction ... well.

He's in surgery ( Read more... )

I was jolted from an all nighter by the phone. Let's be real, I've barely slept in 9 days. I don't even remember last night's show.

Now, I know that lang_noriegavos was wondering why I'd given up. I hadn't. Believe it or not. But, I also needed to be ready for what felt like the inevitable. Had this gone on another day, it would have been inevitable, for the ( Read more... )

There's a Starbucks where a lot of us journalists do our work. It's become a defacto office - there's about six tables toward the back and we all just gather with our tablets and our notes and our endless cups of Nitro Cold Brew. I tell you, I'm paying way too much for a cold brew but it's so much better than the usual crap they serve. As for the ( Read more... )

Still no word.

I talked to his mother tonight. She's the first mother of a boyfriend I've ever met - and I really hadn't planned for it to be this way. Over the phone. Trying to reassure her when every instinct tells me that reassurance is false hope.