On Pallas, the people, and why this place keeps calling me home by Lex E. Santí, LCSW, MFA On May 3rd, from 2 to 4 in the afternoon, I’m doing something vulnerable: my first real public reading of The Song of the Midnight Rider at Pallas Fitness. My debut novel. The one I’ve been working on, in one form or another, for twenty years. I’m doing it here—not a bookstore, not a library, not a stage with a podium and strangers in folding chairs—because this gym has shaped the last

Lex E. Santí, My old iPod is sitting on my desk again, or at least it will be when the charger arrives. I ordered it on eBay without thinking too hard about why, the way you sometimes reach for something instinctively, like calling an old number you’re not sure still works. I know the playlists are still on it. A while back, I hacked the battery and upgraded it. I even tried to buy a mod for a Bluetooth plugin and then gave up. I'm looking forward to having it in my life aga

On fingerprints, snapping turtles, and the grace of small mercies Lex E. Santí · A Key Therapy LCSW, PLLC I was late. It was raining. The drive to Odessa is a little windy going from Tburg, and I had somewhere to be — the kind of official somewhere that does not forgive tardiness: fingerprints and a background check, the formal machinery of a New Jersey license, another state in the slow accumulation of permissions that will let me do the work I’ve been doing for years. You k