It’s almost as if I was prepared for this breathtaking pause. Read More

I also have a few leftover Valentine's cards. Now that I look at them, they seem a tad racy for a kid to be selling...maybe they somehow got mixed in with the others. Read More

We often dream of houses, and of stairways…they’re classic symbols. We enter, exit, ascend and descend the various layers of our psychology, psyche, soul. Read More

Barbi Benton pretty much owned the spelling of her name, and in the 80s, despite the fact that we had the same hairdo, I was dismissive of her anyway, for being in Playboy, and for being Hugh Hefner’s main squeeze. Read More

We set off en masse to a restaurant nearby called The Carnivore where we have cocktails, then nibble from platters of, so help me, wildebeest, zebra, ostrich, and a few other exotic meats. After dining it’s back to the hotel bar for nightcaps. Read More

I always had a sense of something missing, of being on the outside of myself. Read More

Bette Midler loaned one of her legendary mermaid outfits to Susan for the festival parade. Read More

. . . it even had a breathtaking westerly view of the city promising fiery sunsets. That was all the drama I wanted. Read More

(Sung to the tune of “I Won’t Grow Up” from Peter Pan) I won’t grow up, I don’t want to stay home. And just do whatever I want Like sleep or write a poem.   I won’t grow up, I don’t want to stop working And just do whatever I choose Like Facebook lurking Not… Read More

To me, football looks like huge men pretending to play tag but actually trying to kill each other. Okay, so I’m not exactly a sports fan. When I dated, I’d get that out of the way early on to avoid disappointment down the line. My husband, Garth, does follow sports, but he’s not a true… Read More