I teach high school, technically. I left the elementary school scene after more than a decade for the more cerebral, more mature arena of teenagers. Truthfully, I just needed a job at the time. I thought I could extend my year off of being a self-employed writer and blogger, but when my tub started leaking […]
Read MoreMay 21, 2016
End of an Era, Goodbyes, Grief, Grief Lessons, heartbroken, Kiss, Nu-Way, Rush, Susan A. Sistare
My mom passed away this year. She was 85 and pneumonia gobbled her up like a hungry bear. It floored us, especially my 91-year-old father, who kept repeating, “This wasn’t the plan,” while pacing the quiet house for the next several weeks and trying in vain to figure out how to use the dishwasher. The […]
Read MoreApril 28, 2015
Atlanta, Ellis Hotel, five cups of coffee, Grateful Dead, Greyhound, Mother's Day, Star Trek, Uber, Voyager, whiskey
They say you should do something every day that you’ve never done before. And I do! I do that! Every day! (For example, today, I got out of bed for the first time at 10am on April 28, 2015!) But last week, I really did something major for the first time, and that […]
Read MoreSo I live in the south. It is a grand place to be. Especially if you own a gun. Or a rebel flag. Or a gun and a rebel flag. It is not quite so advantageous if you are a fairly liberal writer with the word booze in the title of one […]
Read MoreDecember 13, 2014
cats, heartbroken, kidney failure, lucky, pet death, roller derby, unconditional love
Well, this next blog was supposed to be about trying out for the local roller derby team, the Spartanburg Deadly Dolls. I “auditioned” last week (and probably would’ve been asked to join the team, were I not suffering from a shoulder issue that requires PT once a week. Oh and I can’t skate for […]
Read MoreOctober 26, 2014
Beijing, funny shit, heated toilets, Japan, lactose intolerance, Osaka, sphincter
My friends are expecting a sentimental blog about my recent trip to Japan after nine years. I will save most of the sappy stuff for my Facebook author page, and write something painfully emotional as merely the preface to this blog. Then I’ll get to the funny shit. I mean, funny stuff. Living […]
Read MoreSeptember 16, 2014
cancer, Chicago, Community theater, Diana Ross, Ella Fitzgerald, Hairspray, Little theater, live acting, peripheral neuropathy, rehearsal, skydiving, Spartanburg little theater, stage fright, Susan A. Sistare
My old roommate Melanie, who moved to Seattle last year (refer to previous blog titled “S & M in the USA”) is a very talented actress, dancer, and singer. She was the star of several Spartanburg Little Theater productions, including Chicago, in which she had to jump off tables in lingerie and heels and […]
Read MoreJuly 17, 2014
Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Encounter Niagara, Grimaldi's, Holocaust, John Mayer, Judas Priest, Mount Hope Cemetery, New York, Road Trip, Sex and the City, Susan B. Anthony, vaginas, woman's suffrage
Warning: This blog post may be somewhat raunchier than the others. If you are extremely religious or you are one/both of my parents, I advise you to stop reading now. So Terry and I got this opportunity to go to New York City to interview a Holocaust survivor with an amazing story of escape […]
Read MoreJune 16, 2014
Bodybuilding, Carolina Supernatural, Dave Matthews Band, Lee Haney, Mr. Olympia, Netflix
If you have read Cats, Boys, and Booze; Or, How Not to Find Love in a Really Small Town, you may recall that there was a time a few years ago when I appeared, much to my mother’s dismay, in a skimpy outfit, body painted turd-brown and flexing suggestively to a rather large audience. […]
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October 27, 2016
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