This quote delivered by Philip Seymour Hoffman in his role as rock critic Lester Bangs remains my favorite line from “Almost Famous.”
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A quote that’s been on my mind lately: “You are the sky. Everything else — it’s just the weather.”
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This story the day after Nanci Griffith’s death will always be incomplete, because how can I tell you about the 10-year-old friend I never had?
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I wrote a poem about the last Blockbuster still in operation, but it’s also about returning to a time gone by and maybe even a flame that still flickers.
Read More...A 2005 column I wrote came from a part of my brain not normally accessed when I typed my thoughts on a laptop.
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A tweet and a song last night sent me down memory lane about writing on an unforgiving deadline, and the things our brains do to try to help.
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Whether I am speaking only for myself or also for others, here is long-overdue thanks to my therapist.
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Maybe someday I’ll climb the steps that have been in my mind for decades, and I’ll see where they take me. They have a story to tell.
Read More...The time I wrote about “the unbearable lightness of lightness,” unpeeling and yet still hiding the real me.
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A pause on my Monday morning to post a foreword of sorts to what I plan to be a series of blog posts celebrating and processing the first anniversary of my coming out as transgender.
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