You and the World Have a Chance

You and the World Have a Chance

Feb 14, 2025 | Memoir, Writing Life

Richard Hugo wrote, “Writing is a way of saying that you and the world have a chance.” This gives me hope in a seemingly less hopeful world. The world as I’ve known it my whole life doesn’t seem to have much of a chance most days, but I’ve not been writing so much...
I feel Grey Today

I feel Grey Today

Feb 12, 2025 | Memoir

Most days I feel purple – it’s my signature color, after all. But today – today, I feel grey. It’s February. It has been raining for three days, I think, but my days are running together. I had norovirus over the weekend, and it has left me depleted on many levels. I,...
What’s New, Pussycat?

What’s New, Pussycat?

Jan 7, 2025 | Memoir

It’s a new year – 2025. I remember bringing in 1998 in Times Square and can’t believe that was more than half of my lifetime ago now. This year, I spent part of New Year’s Eve at the Arcade (that’s what Russ and I call the casino here in Bristol), with one of my...
New Bed

New Bed

Nov 13, 2024 | Duran Duran, Memoir

I have a brand-new bed! Yes, I’m excited. I’d been sleeping on my other mattress for over fifteen years, and it had grown flimsy and caused hip aches on a regular basis. I’ve been hinting to Russ that I needed a new one for months but was getting nowhere. We had a...
Cleaning Out

Cleaning Out

Nov 8, 2024 | Memoir

We recently spent almost a week trying to get started cleaning out Russ’ parents’ house in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago. When my mom passed away, we didn’t have to do this. The doublewide on the God-forsaken Hill had been abandoned and was my sister Sarah’s...
Can You Feel It

Can You Feel It

Nov 1, 2024 | Memoir, Music

On November 1, a long-time dream came true. I got to see the remaining Jacksons (sans Jermaine and Randy) perform a show at the Hard Rock Casino in Cincinnati, Ohio. I had thought that Jermaine would be there, so I was initially a little disappointed, but once the...