While you’re reading this, I’m sitting stiffly in my Sunday clothes, paying my respects to a lost friend. Too soon, too soon.
My mother and I didn’t have the same taste in music, but I’m certain that I got my fondness for it from her.
My new Starship Records salary meant that I grossed my monthly rent in a single week. Jody and I had money in our pockets for the first time, a little breathing room. […]
Between this week’s memoir piece, my mother’s illness, and my ever-present awareness that I’m falling apart, death has been on my mind a lot lately. There’s nothing I hate more than going […]
Over on The Good Men Project this week I finish the conversation that I started here yesterday. It’s a tough one but a good one, all about saying goodbye to my dying […]
Should I go ahead and say it? Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? That’s Dame Vera Lynn to you, and unless you’re of the World War II generation then like me you’re […]
A good friend of mine recently lost her father. There’s really not much else to say here. Loss is incredibly difficult. She suggested that I put together a “Deep Cuts” list of […]