Which do you want first, the good news or the bad news? You may have heard the bad news already. Redding’s dirty laundry was aired around the globe this week when USA Today ran a piece about the results of… Continue Reading
I just discovered that my daughter dislikes St. Patrick’s Day almost as much as I did as a kid, and for the same reason. The dreaded pinch. It was the fear that I’d forget to wear green on the designated… Continue Reading
I’ve had some pretty memorable 4th of July moments. There was the meaningful Bicentennial Celebration of 1976. I was 9, and people were handing out two dollar bills all over the place. Then there was the coolest 4th of July… Continue Reading
Back in 1980, I had a dream that has stuck with me all these years. It involved a George Thorogood concert and a magical kiss from his giant lips. So when I heard that George Thorogood and the Destroyers are… Continue Reading
Adam Yauch Boy Beast 1964 – 2012 It’s nice to know, after all these years, that my first impression of the Beastie Boys was the one they had of themselves – it was all a crazy joke. But it was… Continue Reading
I’ve got a situation. As some of you public radio fans out there may know, Jefferson Public Radio has been holding it’s Spring membership drive for the past week. It’s that moment when the entire staff puts our lives on… Continue Reading
When I was a little girl, I used to listen to my grandparents, fascinated, as they would tell stories about what their lives were like growing up in the early 1900s. My grandfather told me tales of how we were… Continue Reading
I just discovered that my daughter dislikes St. Patrick’s Day almost as much as I did as a kid, and for the same reason. The dreaded pinch. It was the fear that I’d forget to wear green on the designated… Continue Reading
I got some bad news recently, which actually turned out to be one of the best things that’s happened to me in a long time. My doctor (actually my physician’s assistant) said, “You’re not gonna like me very much.” And… Continue Reading
The smell of my lover’s cologne. On him, not on anyone else. The sound of his special ringtone when he’s finally gotten off of work after 10 hours. His hand on my hip as he leans in to kiss my… Continue Reading
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