My life in foster care was difficult. Life all foster kids, I was plagued with abandonment issues. This poem, Saturday Mournings, is a poetic toast to a moment in my life... sitting in the window, waiting for my birth mother…
Hanging out in a club in LA, I saw this woman working in the bathroom. I thought, man, the stories she must have. So I developed a character for my theater production company. Her name is Lady. She works in the bathroom at a…