I sat down the other night for one hour of perfect writing time, the kind of time recommended by experts who write books on writing.
Hollywood in the ’80s was still a dirty, grimy, sleazy, funky, and oddly glamorous place. I loved being in the middle of it, loved seeing all the sites that only existed in […]
Bruce wasn’t the only chart topper of 1984 whose worst songs also happen to be his most popular. The Billboard 100 singles chart for that year represents a tremendous amount of talent […]
“I’m not driving to Colorado every time your grandfather decides he’s dying,” my father muttered. He jammed the last of the luggage into the back of the station wagon. “He rotted his […]
The cool kid at Holden’s Chapel Middle School was Chuck Morris. He had a dirt bike, never took a turn on the twirly slide, and flirted with Lisa’s mother every afternoon when […]