For the last couple of weeks, this car has been haunting me. It’s a pink and black 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner (I know, because I looked it up), with the most amazing paint job I’ve ever seen. And this thing, it… Continue Reading
It’s April, and you know what means, don’t you? No, I’m not talking about Easter. Although that happened. And I’m not talking about the looming deadline of April 15th, although that’s coming up too. And unfortunately I’m not even referring… Continue Reading
I grew up in public radio. First, roaming the halls of KLCC in Eugene, Oregon, and later at KSOR in Ashland, which then became the Jefferson Public Radio you know (and hopefully listen to) today. At first I was accompanying… Continue Reading
Meet my husband’s new business partner, Olive. That’s not how it started out, of course. It was last July, a sunny Sunday morning, and we were sitting at one of the outdoor tables at the Gold Street Cafe (R.I.P.). Waiting… Continue Reading
kick him to the curb. Definition:
1. To quit seeing him, especially if it’s a relationship or commitment involved.
2. To waive/fire him, especially in business matters.
Ex: If you catch a man cheating on you, kick him to the curb right then. Continue Reading
Imma just gonna come right out and say it. Kanye West is a straight up douche canoe. Some of you may take offense with my choice of words, comparing one of our country’s lamest excuses for celebrity status to a… Continue Reading
I was on stage the other night doing my thang before Rain (which is more of a Beatles full immersion experience than a tribute band). I made a joke about how I was pretty familiar with music from the 50’s… Continue Reading
Every month, I get together with a group of girlfriends for ‘Bunco’ night. We’ve been doing it for several years, to the point where we have finally had to start admitting to our husbands that we don’t even play Bunco.… Continue Reading
Remember when mix tapes were actually tapes? Back in the day, like 30 years go, before the cd? Before iTunes and iPods and iPhones and iPads and iWhatever else? Those were the days. I was a first year college student… Continue Reading
When I was about 5, I started to doubt the existence of Santa Claus. I think it started when I was playing in the front yard, looked up towards the roof and noticed how small the opening of the fireplace… Continue Reading
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