Have Wetsuit Will Fly This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2008:   This is one of those stories that never seemed real, from the night in the hotel, to the flight across the world, things like this never happen in real life, but I promise, it did. I was working as a […]

Late Paris This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2008:   When Beverly asked me to read a story tonight, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, the theme for tonight, Time Sensitive, might not work for me.  I am one of those aggressively early people, and I blame my Grandfather, who […]

DMV This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2008:   It was a good Friday night out with friends.  But somewhere in the middle, there was a reminder of anger from the past, which my modern brain has understood and catalogued and inspected and neutralized.  But the reptilian, the old part of my […]

Two Personalities This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2008:     This is a story of two personalities:  My Grandfather Denys, spelt with a y, and a British seaside resort, Salcombe, spelt with a B. I always remember my Grandfather as being the ultimate British Gentleman. I remember once, when I was […]

Mime! This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2007:      The sun set slowly over the mountains, the fire in the gutted econo car began illuminating the center of the compound.   As I walked across the compound, there were a few people standing around.   Vanessa, also known as Spork, because she […]

SantaCon This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2007:   At seven in the morning, on a warm December day, my roommate and I put on our Santa outfits and headed out into the city.  We soon arrived at a bar called The Drawing Room to find several of our friends dressed like […]

Finding Chunky Rice This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2007:   It was about two years ago and I was dating a girl named Kasey.   Kasey knows how to name animals, she has a knack for beautiful names, and she had a cat called Isabella Bisket.   I small lithe orange […]

Fearless This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2007:      A couple weeks ago I was at the Journalism Association Of Community College’s State Convention in Sacramento. It went like this. I was in the news writing competition.   There was a fake news conference. It was a stupid news conference.   It […]

This was the first story I read aloud at Story Salon in 2006. Heather It was about a month ago, I was talking to my mom on the phone.   She was telling me about the funeral.   The funeral for her 95-year-old friend, Dorothy Morsehead.   I had known Dorothy for thirty years, through […]