In the 1970s I was riding down a California highway with my aunt and uncle when the song You’re So Vain came across the airways. My uncle turned and said, “Amy, this song is about you.” I was 13 years old and didn’t know what to make of his comment....
DEAR MOM
My husband's eulogy for his mom. When my mother was pregnant with me she didn’t know how she could do it. She’d been so crazy about my brother, how could she possibly have room in her heart for another? She was telling me about it last summer, her understanding of...
GIVING UP BALANCE
2015 – Day 1. On New Year's Eve we had bar-hopped through Girdwood, Alaska, a town of dinosaur scale spruce trees that take your breath away and Alaska variety hippies and quirky bars that served drinks, then served more drinks. I wish I could tell you that I woke with...
FOR ME, A LUMP OF COAL
This is slightly embarrassing to admit. I don’t wash my face. I mean, of course it gets wet when I shower. And, occasionally I do use a toner. But, truth be told, I never use a washcloth and cleanser. My excuse is that I don’t wear make-up, like the real deal...
NOVOCAINE FOR THE SOUL
Was the name of a drink I had on Saturday night. After a long week, I was wishy-washy about what to order, so I left it up to the waiter. It’s not surprising he brought me a vodka concoction which by name was designed to numb. Because last week I...