Okay, The Beatles. We are born, we grow up, we die, and there is always The Beatles. Their music is just there, like air, or water. For my parents, they were a Super Big Deal. For me, they just were. They were a 45 RPM record with an apple in the middle, a scratchy B-side called … [Read more...]
My Tortured Beacon
I want to tell you about my friend Robin. The first thing you should know about her is that she is dead. She was 38 when she took a scarf, a white scarf that looked like it couldn't hold a purse, much less a heavy, flailing 38-year-old woman, tied it to her canopy bed frame, … [Read more...]