Joan Didion. I don't know how it's possible that I don't know more about you, because every time I see part of something you've written, it slaps me around some in a way I find welcoming. It must have been a combination of rebellion and exhaustion: too many assignments, too many unwanted recommendations and feelings... Continue Reading →
Coming off a three-day weekend during which I (in addition to other household chores)..... -Did a deeper than usual cleaning (DP helped) and bought new pillows to combat recent allergy flares-Did a ton of stretching and other exercising to combat my chronic, undiagnosed-despite-x-ray-and-rheuma-visit back problems, which also alternate between being tailbone, trap, pec, elbow, and... Continue Reading →
Aside from a passing glance at Those Magazines near the grocery store checkout, or seeing the occasional news feed headline, I generally don’t follow celebrity gossip. I don’t watch housewives or socialites. What I do get, I get incidentally. Nevertheless, it pains me to say that, as relentlessly logical and evenhanded as I try to... Continue Reading →
Let’s face it: for better or worse, humans compare things to other things. And even though my music has changed a lot since my debut as Alexandra Rising, I still think it’s most likely to be compared (by those of a certain age, anyway) to the music of one Ellen "Tori" Amos. These days, I’m... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 