Sam and Kevin first met, bleary-eyed and too tired, in an Introduction to Fiction workshop at UC Riverside back in ’08. They bonded over writing messed up shit and never wanting to take out their headphones.
Ten years later, Sam put out the first call for Memoir Mixtapes, and, within a week, Kevin valiantly joined the cause.
Samantha Lamph/Len is a writer and cat masseuse in Los Angeles. She has an MFA in creative writing from the University of California, Riverside, even though she wasn’t too impressed with the program (sick burn!) You can read some of her writing in journals like Occulum, Moonchild Magazine, Luna Luna Magazine, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Connotation Press, and Inlandia. The idea for Memoir Mixtapes came to her on a commute home from Santa Monica to Koreatown, and the project is one of her favorite aspects of life itself. You can follow her on IG and Twitter @quandoparamucho.
Kevin D. Woodall
Kevin D. Woodall is a Californian expatriate living in Calgary, Alberta. He currently works as a proofreader and editor for a huge engineering firm you likely haven’t heard of, frying his brain reading environmental and geotechnical reports all day. He hadn’t written anything in years until his friend Sam put out the call for Memoir Mixtapes, and he had to sign up. Now he’s trying to write again. If you want to see his dumb photos you can follow him on IG at @KDWoodall, and if you want to read his dumb thoughts you can get him on Twitter at @Kevin_D_Woodall.
Best Reader Ever//All Around Go-Getter
From northern Jersey, Benjamin Selesnick is pursuing his B.A in English with a concentration in Creative Writing at Northeastern University. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Bitter Oleander, Literary Orphans, The Cantabrigian, Ofi Press Mexico, Fearsome Critters, and others. In 2017, he was a runner-up for the Stony Brook Short Fiction Prize, judged by the notorious Amy Hempel.
Take note of the insta-handle he ripped off from the Kroll show: @bennibottleservice — catch him on twitter: @BnjmnSlsnck
Most days, you can find Benj on his stoop sippin’ some milk.