My father is a terrible snoop. He revels in our inability to surprise him on holidays. He tear through closets and climb under beds, he will browse wallets for tell tale receipts and snoop through credit card bills for suspicious charges – in short, he’s impossible to surprise, and so we’ve just stopped trying. Apparently,…
How to Make Me Mad
Here is a list of some of the surest ways to make me mad, in no particular order: 1. Chew up my guitar case and all my picks, and make me worry about whether you ingested any plastic. 2. Put your paws inside each and every houseplant and dig out all the dirt, looking…
Protected: O Come, All Ye Jobless
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Counting my Blessings
When my bankroll is gettin’ small I think of when I had none at all And I fall asleep counting my blessings . . . #1 – My mother – We may never live within 100 miles of each other again, but luckily she is alive and well and loves to talk on the phone….
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In honor of my most recent theatre experience, now ended with much sighing (in relief, in sorrow, in the bittersweet state of mind when the transience of all things art and all things theatre and all things of life hits you hard) – a poem, written by an alum of my college (not me): Eaves Dropping Flat worlds…