The Five years ago, I convinced my wife to leave her life and pretty good job to come live with me in Los Angeles. I don’t know how I did it. I must be some kind of superhero and my power is to convince beautiful women to drop everything for me. Fortunately, I’ve only ever used my powers on her.
Like most young couples just starting out, our first apartment was pretty small. It was studio in DC. How we lived there without murdering each other is beyond me. Our second place was a one bedroom in West Hollywood. Then our third apartment was a two bedroom in the Silver Lake area of Los Angeles. Each place got progressively larger. But they each had one thing in common: not enough closet space. Read more
Some people in the south call it swamp water. Some people call it half and half but its true name is Arnold Palmer and it’s the greatest drink ever bestowed upon man by the god Dionysus.
In its simplest terms it’s part iced tea and part lemonade.
It starts with your iced tea.
Okay, so although I said I would tell you how to make a perfect iced tea, the reality is some of this will depend on your setup and how you like it. But “how to…” titles get more clicks. So you’ve been duped. Deal with it. Read more
Okay, so maybe I’m not the greatest erotic short story author, definitely not the most prolific, but maybe someone will buy one of my stories. It will probably just be my mom, you know, being supportive. It’ll be sooooo awkward when she reads about heaving bosoms and bulging bulges.
In my life, I’ve written one book. (You can find it on Amazon for $5.99. Helluva deal! Wink, wink.) Pretty much no one read it. I don’t blame them. It’s not the most amazing piece of fiction. It’s pretentious and uninformed. I started it when I was twenty-two. It was an assignment in a creative writing class. As a young writer, everything you write is precious. Actually, that never changes. Everything is still precious to me, but now I know when to keep things to myself and when to share them. I thought my short story would change the world if it just got in front of the right eyes.
As the semester moved on, I added more chapters. After I graduated, I added more chapters. Then I joined the Peace Corps. I was in living in a village in Benin, West Africa when I wrote the last few chapters. If you read the book, you can see me grow and mature. When I was twenty-two, I hadn’t really lived. I’d faced some hardships, but I was a white man living in America, I was born with privilege. Read more
Since we moved into our house, we’ve been looking for creative and inexpensive ways to decorate. Most of decor so far is repurposing our existing stuff. Whether it’s an IKEA hack to make our old shit look new and classier or turning a tennis racket into wall art, the basic idea is create something new without emptying the wallet.
That led to our guest bedroom. My wife and I want to be amazing hosts. We want people to stay the night with us, then leave and even though we’re not a business, we want them to write reviews for us on Yelp so other friends can find it and think to themselves, “Shit, we should really stay with Ashley and Ryan.”
So far we’ve received good word of mouth. Maybe they’re just being polite, I don’t know. But I choose to believe that I’m a kick ass host.
As an awesome host, you want to kill it with the guest room because that will be their home away from home. We kept getting hung up on what kind of art to hang. If we have friends stay often, they’re going to see the same stuff all the time because we don’t want to redecorate very often.
How can we keep things the same while still seeming fresh and new with every visit?