In 1986, at the tender age of 15, while most teens were at the mall or learning how to smoke behind 7-Eleven, I had a job at a hair salon. And by “job,” I mean my mom paid a man named Wayne Michael to let me work there. This was a shocking twist I discovered... Continue Reading →
From Sherwood to Shhh: Tech Fails at Our Final Book Club with Amy S. Kaufman
Last night, I hosted what will probably be the last hurrah of our local book club. Attendance has been shrinking faster than my patience for Facebook arguments, and even with a special guest Amy S. Kaufman, author of The Traitor of Sherwood Forest, only my two besties, Laura and Nidhi, showed up. Chris was there... Continue Reading →
My Mother at 80
Today is my mother’s 80th birthday. Yes, I said IS, not would have been as people often say when someone is dead but they are remembering a birthday. It’s still my mom’s birthday even though she has been dead since January of 2019. It’s still 10/4! It’s her day. Ten-four is something truckers say over... Continue Reading →
Through the Fog
I can barely see her through the gray mist, even though I am standing right next to her. It’s like we are standing in a cloud. It’s my mom, Janet, but she is a teen and she’s sad. She’s wearing a dark dress with a turtleneck, which is weird. I never saw my mom wear... Continue Reading →