Hair Brush with Fame
The genesis of my narrative began when I spilled my guts to Jill McCorkle day during lunch in my third term at Bennington College, where I earned my MFA. Without her incredible support and encouragement, my story would have never been unearthed, fictionalized and put on paper. David Gates, my thesis advisor, was kind enough […]
It’s exhilarating to have just written the above headline. My fingers are even excited. I will be teaching High School students at Burr & Burton Academy in Manchester, Vermont, during my upcoming final residency at my beloved Bennington. Of course, I’m nervous. However, at 57, what better time to jump right in, am I right? […]
This is a story based on what I, and I think many other people, do when feeling unwell. It’s published in the British lit mag, Litro. Here it is.
This story was originally here on my blog, but after a good, much-needed edit, it became exponentially better and was then accepted for publication in the iconic, warm Deep South Magazine. I could not be more proud. Makes me wanna drink a big ‘ole glass of sweet tea. It’s inspired by real people who I knew from my dad’s hair salon in […]
Yes, it’s true. Our film, His Name is Bob, was voted by the Dallas Observer as #4 in the Top 10 best music docs in the city. Huge honor. Here is the link to the story. Just a quick back story: I co-produced it with J. Sebastian and Heather Lee. Together, we are 3 Frogs […]
My latest essay, “Corrective Shoes and Colonics,” was published in Red Fez. It’s all true. Yes, I am a sad one. But all of it, this tragic story, utterly tickles me.
Jingles. Yes. I have written them. Can’t say I’m proud. It’s just a fact: when you’re an ad copywriter, some corporations call for musical renditions through which they woo their customers. Or think they’re wooing them. Right now, Kraft’s “Crumbelievable,” (a remake of British dance band EMF’s “Unbelievable”) irritates me so much that I want […]
Recently, my story, “My Black and White Dad”, was published in Flash Fiction Magazine, a literary journal that was originally out of the UK, but I think is now in San Francisco. I don’t know. Or “Idk” as the cool kids text. Read it here.
My saga begins in Chicago’s O’Hare airport in 2008. Mom and I were on our way to London to see her favorite opera star, Bryn Terfel (pictured below), in “Tosca” at Covent Garden. We were slated to meet a group of people from the fan club, the Terfeliads, a group of ladies who caravan around the world to see this dashing Welsh super star fill […]
My mother gets her hair “done,” as in “done.” You know what I mean. She goes once a week to the beauty salon where her hair is washed, curled up in hard, neon pink curlers, dried under a domed dryer from the 1960s and then back combed, all to create a very pretty hair helmet, […]