Music, Memoir, Racing, Mayhem…(and a Little Sha Na Na) — I’ve previously boasted about my sport. You know, the one with hot men, fast cars, and makes me feel like a hot blooded young ass American broad lusting for speed again. (Say that fast five times.) I mean, frankly, not to sound like a stereotypical dumbass making Tostitos®️ in the…

Apparently, I’m on a kick (but not a very high one…I could break something) — I never wanted this title. I’d much prefer to be the hip mom or the hot mom or the cool mom or the kickass mom. But no. A thousand times no. I have to be the old mom. “One of Those Old Moms” are moms of school aged kids. Moms…

Could I be happy? — The little fucker always comes back. You will never be happy. You will never be happy. You will never be happy. “You will never be happy.” A dagger through my soul never letting me forget that I will never be deserving. Ever. Los Angeles, CA—1996 It was late afternoon when…

May 22, 2022: Mama’s crazy power trip, Mama’s Picks, and Other Cool-Arse Stuff — Memoirists, Wow. It’s been quite a crazy trip, hasn’t it? I know it may seem like I’m off on a massive drunken fingertip-less Jack Sparrow (too soon?) treasure hunt to either scoop up or start every Medium pub one can think of — but that’s not true. I’m only on…

Are the 50s REALLY the “new 30s?” — Tomorrow I turn 52. I know, I know. The 50s are the new 30s. Ah, the things we tell ourselves to get through it all. Well, we’re creative anyway. I’m not bothered by my age. However, I am bothered that I’m starting to break down like a junkyard car. My…

Revealing another skeleton in my closet — My heart going boom, boom, boom…. The actress flitted about on the weathered stage as the tech crew up in the back of the house made notes and did whatever it is tech dudes do. As a theatre diva, she didn’t mingle with the tech guys — and, whatever, sometimes…

Cornered by expectations while struggling with OCD — Dear KiKi, I feel cornered. By expectations. I feel cornered by my internal expectations as well as by the expectations of those who love me. For example, they currently want me to take a trip back to my home country. …

One family’s 1970s summer vacation — He honked the horn and partially leaned out of the window giving an enthusiastic thumbs up to the family van in front of us — one of those cool 1970s retro numbers with a kitchen table inside and white leather covered wheel on the back. His right hand reached for…

The Woman, The Myth…The Clown. — My little nerd nougat Gerald Sturgill was tagged in Belcairn’s post 8 Island Tracks—I’ll Show You Mine If You’ll Show Me Yours, encouraging him to try the challenge of picking eight songs only that he’d bring to a desert island. Sturg swiftly responded with Eight Desert Island Tracks—Songs From My…