SOS

We cut our teeth on B horror movies on VHS, having to adjust the tracking to make them even halfway viewable, that’s how much we watched them. Shooting Cheez Whiz directly into our mouths and hiding under our pillow fort, Space Jam blanket underneath to keep us comfy. Watching Troll 2, Cheez Whizzing every time someone says Nilbog. Her taking out the pink bike her … Continue reading SOS

Here’s Waldo

I’m writing Here’s Waldo for the kids who grew up in the torn-up part of town. The kids who didn’t fit in no matter where they went. The kids who didn’t know where their next meal was coming from. The kids whose neighborhoods were infected with the fog of capital V Violence. And I’m writing Here’s Waldo so other kids don’t have to suffer the … Continue reading Here’s Waldo

Into the Depths

It’s a weird thing facing your own mortality at age eight. Lying in a hospital bed in hospital greens, fading away from the effects of leukemia. Spoiler alert going into this: I don’t make it. Yes, I’m dead. I know you’re probably wondering about the whole writing when you’re dead thing, but the rules are different here. And it isn’t anything like you’d think it … Continue reading Into the Depths