In: Dotty's Diner
31 Jul 2004It was my eighteenth birthday. I was working in the Diner as usual, wanting to feel older but disappointed that nothing was actually different or even special about the day. A customer came in and sat at the counter. He was our new neighbor in the apartment building that we had just moved into next [...]
In: Blog
23 Jul 2004Well, now I feel better. I’d been thinking that I really should get on the stick and try to drum up some traffic, since I’ve treated this poor blog so badly during the past two years and allowed it to disappear from the blogscape–except for a very few dedicated readers. But I kinda like the [...]
In: Journal
23 Jul 2004So yesterday, I swore to myself that I would do yoga first for my poor, aching back, and then I would print and mail Bob’s Book, a manuscript I should have finished typing a long time ago for my best friend’s father whose health is failing and who just wants to see his book in [...]
In: Just write
19 Jul 2004He wasn’t as bad as that makes him sound. I’m sure he was actually a good person but I only have my mother’s stories to go on and unfortunately, her version of things is suspect. She divorced him, after all. But the fact is, my father killed my dog. I didn’t know it at the [...]
In: In Memoriam
17 Jul 2004I meant to do this sooner, but my memory is shot full of holes these days. I do remember that I fell in love with Marlon Brando when I was 13 during a re-showing of The Wild One, forever influencing my taste in men and most likely altering the course of my life. It’s all [...]
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.