When my son, Charley, first asked me what my job was, I turned away from my dual-screen iMac and told him I was a graphic designer. He stood silent, face blank.
The Writing Life: I’m in ‘Communications’ by Jim Gray
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The Writing Life: Getting Naked by Jim Gray
In November of 2011, armed with a notebook and stress-induced diarrhea, I entered my inaugural writing workshop…
The Writing Life: Bite-Sized by Jim Gray
There’s something too intimidating and “big picture” about a memoir. Rather, my compulsion to write involves a much narrower focus…
Sweating the Sweater by Jim Gray
It’s not that pink is inherently bad. I just see pink as the marijuana of colors, the gateway hue to the harder addictions of princess obsession and vanity.
A Snip Decision by Jim Gray
In her right hand she holds a blue disposable razor. In her left hand, held taut to smooth the surface and expedite shaving, is my scrotum. My testicles are being prepped for a vasectomy.
A Burning Need by Jim Gray
Each fall, while walking through the neighborhood, I become intoxicated by that first whiff of smoke from a fireplace—even if it comes from my own chimney.
