Elijah Wood wets the bed, too

Or he used to, anyway. I know this because he told me so. It was the summer of 2003, and after a year of relentlessly pitching Jane magazine, one of the editors finally picked up an essay of mine for their “It Happened to Me” column. The piece – about my life as a chronic [...]

Turns out, I’m NOT Mr. Healdsburg

I recently competed in the 8th annual Mr. Healdsburg Pageant, an all-male mock beauty contest in my neck of the vines. It’s a big fundraiser for our local performing arts center, The Raven, and features all the usual suspects: Talent, Beachwear, Formal Wear and Interview. Things got off to a slippery start when, for my [...]