Articles by Chris Sabin

I was talking to my mother the other day on the phone; we were discussing current events. Actually, we were kind of talking around them; I’ve been trying to lower my stress level by avoiding…

Thanksgiving has always had a special significance to me because it more or less marks when I moved to California some thirty-seven years ago with my sister Kate. We actually arrived a couple of days…

The other day when I’m taking my morning walk around the neighborhood, I come across a “Sidewalk Closed” sign. I know they’re doing construction up the block— they’ve been clearing a vacant lot that’s stood…

This is not the first time this has happened to me but—the other day I’m sitting in traffic, stuck behind a car whose driver is smoking. How do I know? Because he’s thoughtfully holding the…

Every day, every day I have the blues Ooh, every day, every day I have the blues When you see me worryin’ baby, yeah it’s you I hate to lose Whoa, nobody loves me, nobody…

I once worked with this girl in San Francisco, who, like many of the young people living there in the ‘80s, wore some variation of thrift shop chic. (I, myself, wore one of my dad’s…

I got bruises on my memory I got tear stains on my hands In the mirror there’s a vision Of what used to be a man I’m a thousand miles from nowhere Time don’t matter…

There’s a handful of times in my life where I wore a denim jacket with blue jeans. Actually, that’s not really true; when I worked at the horse ranch I dressed like that all the…

The waiting drove me mad You’re finally here and I’m a mess –“Corduroy”, Pearl Jam Ransom paid the Devil…He whispers pleasing words… Triumphant are the angels if they can…get there first… Little secrets tremors…turned to…

The women I typically met in the liquor store were generally not of the highest character: barflies, party girls, drunks, druggies, hustlers. I wasn’t a prude and I didn’t watch all these women with some…