I’ve mostly been alone inside my studio apartment for 1,094 straight days, and I’m on fumes.
Read More...I closed my bedroom door after 9/11. Whatever evil lurked outside my apartment would have to open an extra door to find me.
Read More...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?
Read More...John Prine personalized his “Souvenirs” CD for me almost a decade ago, and the layers to that story remind me of his textured songs. Here are a few of both.
Read More...The mementos you have of “before,” treasure them and the people they bring to mind. All we have on this big, round ball is each other.
Read More...Whether I am speaking only for myself or also for others, here is long-overdue thanks to my therapist.
Read More...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...In which I recall being an insufferable know-it-all about one of my favorite singer-songwriters. A story with a plot twist you’ll no doubt figure out!
Read More...There’s nothing like listening to “September Fifteenth” and remembering being on the road to becoming me — in the driver’s seat, not a passenger.
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