Couldn't be more excited that SheKnows included The Walk-In Closet on their 12 Summer Reads list. Thrilled to be in such great company with the likes of Jennifer Weiner and Emma Straub. Hope you take the book to the beach this summer, and if you can't make it to a beach, then take the book to bed! Check out the full list of "12 Summer Reads" here.
Last week, I had my first live interview, with Ahmed Shihab-Eldin at Huffington Post Live. I was wildly nervous about it, but when my time was up, I didn't want the conversation to end. I haven't watched it since I can't deal with seeing myself on film, but I remember a spirited discussion, and a lovely surprise appearance by Busy Philipps. Check it out here!
Step into a world where glamour, money and family honor – no matter the cost – reign supreme in Abdi Nazemian’s THE WALK-IN CLOSET. Fans of Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City and Kevin Kwan’s Crazy Rich Asians will love this debut novel from Los Angeles screenwriter Nazemian (The Quiet, Celeste in the City) about two best friends in Los Angeles juggling a fictional relationship and searching for true love. Hilarious, heartbreaking and edgy, with a shocking twist, THE WALK-IN CLOSET provides a glimpse into the lives of the Iranian-American elite.Kara Walker has never found much glamour in her own life, especially not when compared to the life of her best friend Bobby Ebadi. Bobby, along with his sophisticated parents Leila and Hossein, is everything Kara always wanted to be. The trio provides the perfect antidote to what Kara views as the more mundane problems of her girlfriends
As the year comes to a close, countless words will be written about the year’s best records. In an effort not to add to the glut of words, I offer one haiku to each of my ten favorite albums of 2013. If you think I've missed one, please let me know, preferably with a haiku about what makes it special.
The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You
It can’t be easy
To improve on perfection
But she has done it
NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS
Push the Sky Away
Thirty-five years in
Instead of disappointing
Still bringing the dread
This piece first appeared in The Advocate. The first time I ever saw a sign that read “Mommy and Me” was outside a movie theater in Los Feliz, an extremely liberal enclave of extremely liberal Los Angeles. On Wednesday afternoons, this movie theater hosted “Mommy and Me” screenings. I imagined a theater filled with mothers nursing their newborns as they watched the latest art-house film, and as a father-to-be, I immediately felt excluded. Since having my children, I have run into the phrase “Mommy and Me” time and time again. The Pump Station, a Los Angeles destination for all things baby, declares on their website that “the support and friendship of other Moms who will be part of your world for years to come! You can’t put a price on that!” They offer not only a series of “Mommy and