…putting the 'fun' back in dysfunction~
...this song was written for my mother on July 24, 1984 (but I dedicate it to all mothers - and I will post this for as long as this blog remains active). When she died in 1993, I looked at it again and remembered a brief conversation she and I had, shortly before her passing...about … Continue reading Legacy: Happy Birthday, Barbara Jean
[I wrote this in 2003 in tribute to the one friend I knew (at the time) who was murdered on that most heinous of days. I'll post it annually, for as long as this blog remains active...] Encomium 9/11: George Merkouris The loss was staggering, and so much has been saturating our lives since that … Continue reading Encomium 9/11 – George Merkouris
...this song was written for my mother on July 24, 1984 (but I dedicate it to all mothers). When she died in 1993, I looked at it again and remembered a brief conversation she and I had, shortly before her passing...about how she had forgotten what happiness was truly about, the mistakes she wished she … Continue reading Legacy: Happy Birthday, Barbara Jean
[I wrote this in 2003 in tribute to the one friend I knew (at the time) who was murdered on that most heinous of days. I'll post it annually, for as long as this blog remains active...] Encomium 9/11: George Merkouris The loss was staggering, and so much has been saturating our lives since that … Continue reading Encomium 9/11 – George Merkouris
If there was a god, it's apparent that he/she has no sense of humor. Still recovering from the loss of comic god Robin Williams only three weeks ago, another comedy giant has left the building. Joan Rivers is gone. After a routine throat procedure, she stopped breathing and was taken to Mount Sinai hospital. … Continue reading Legacy: Joan Rivers, Exit Laughing
***** (I wrote this in 2012 for Adam's 34th birthday, upon discovering that he had died a few years prior, never having the chance to say goodbye. I'll repost this annually for as long as this blog exists...) ***** Adam and I met 18 years ago during a brisk and stinging winter morning. It sounds … Continue reading Legacy: For Adam, On His 36th Birthday
More than 500 Sunday mornings of my pre-to-teen years were spent with my ears glued to the radio from 8am-12pm listening to Casey Kasem's American Top 40. It was a weekly ritual; while my mother and sisters were downstairs in the kitchen starting Sunday's afternoon dinner (the scent of sausages frying in the pan wafted … Continue reading Legacy: Casey Kasem
