Tag: Dad

I’m jealous of people who can make music. Anyone who can sling an instrument over…

I talk all the time about how I don’t remember events, but I do remember…

I’ve had to let go of resentments that aren’t in my best interest. I’m not…

I went on an audition this week, a casting call on craigslist for a print…

Daddy was a con man. Not a thief, not a Catch Me if You Can…

How is it so easy to write about my mother, and so hard to write…

Mother’s Day. Growing up we never made a big deal about those made-up Hallmark holidays….