Jesse Suphan·Jan 10The Boy and the Pearl BroochI grew up in the throes of poverty. The kind of poverty where my primary care doctor was usually in a mobile home, and my clothing had…
Jesse Suphan·Sep 18, 2025Healing Through Film: My Stepmom, A Nice Indian Boy, and Zarna GargA response icon1A response icon1
Jesse Suphan·Dec 31, 2020Not my Dad.As I write this my father is in the ICU with COVID thousands of miles away and I have to get some of these feelings out of me and into…
Jesse Suphan·Nov 28, 2020Twas the Last Night in the White HouseFour weeks post election, and in the White house
Jesse Suphan·Aug 20, 2020One in 110,000I met John in Manhattan while I was there to perform in a standup show. It was my first show located in a New York borough that was not…
Jesse Suphan·Aug 6, 2020Broken Arm, Metal Dave, and My Summer of 21One summer day, when I was 21, I shattered my elbow in three places. How? I will tell you!
Jesse Suphan·Feb 10, 2020V.I. WarshawskiGrowing up in the throes of poverty I didn’t get to experience a lot of luxuries. My father and I lived in hotels, homeless shelters, and…
Jesse Suphan·Jan 12, 2020West Side Horror StoryIn a summer in the century of our lord 2100, I worked as a bartender in the Berkshires, Massachusetts. The place was called Spice and at…
