This week was a tough one. I mourned and mourned again. Then I rose to lovely emotional heights. A lot of ground was covered and my soul took a beating. Life is like that sometimes. Ups and…
“She’s Beautiful When She’s Angry”
Lordy, lordy. Sometimes I see a movie that just rocks my world. That happened the other night when I attended a screening of “She’s Beautiful When She’s Angry.” Wow! This documentary about the female trail-blazers of the…
No. Thank YOU.
Alan Rickman. In the late ’90s, I did some work here in Los Angeles for the musical non-profit “The Mr. Holland’s Opus Foundation” (MHOpus). One night there was a benefit concert at UCLA, conducted by the late…
Alive and Kicking
This is a bike rack. Or rather, it was a bike rack before a reckless-driving teenage boy careened off the road and onto the sidewalk and ripped it out of the pavement. Said sidewalk was adjacent to a…
The Sun Machine is Coming Down
Given my tendencies toward recollection, you may find it hard to believe that I don’t particularly enjoy visiting my past. There was a lot of ugliness growing up, and dwelling on it is, to say the least, uncomfortable.…
Monday. Ready.
I had an awesome weekend! There was Mister’s Mama’s Tuna Casserole on Friday night, along with the movie “Sicario.” (It’s crazy, y’all. Good, and crazy.) And then on Saturday night, our friend’s annual WEXMAS party went down (I’ll…
Stepping Out
Sometimes I get so absorbed in duties, tasks and work that I forget to step out into the world and interact with real live human beings. And I don’t always remember how good that can be. Take this…
The King, Baby
Today is the birthday of Mr. Elvis Presley. Honestly – I don’t know why I put this in my calendar every year. I mean, I know it’s a sentimental holdover from childhood, but how long can that last?…
Thursday Memories
Thought I’d give you a treat, this first Thursday of the New Year. And that treat is a dork-tastic photo of yours truly. I have no excuse.
Five Feet High and Rising
I am pacing back and forth, to and fro, with a furrowed brow. Well – they’ve been telling us it was coming (whoever “they” are). They’ve pleaded with us to prepare, to get ready. And now it…