Jewbana my love...we have spent a year together ..if you think about it. a whole year...And we even went to Europe together and it was amazing and you were amazing... you ARE amazing...and when we came home I showed you to my city to people who would really get you…

about 18 years ago or so I maneuvered myself into a pitch for a female contraceptive device called NUVARING with an pharma company named- I had just heard about it and loved it and wanted to share it with the world. I came up with commercials and called the company…

i awoke today to a memory...I was walking into a bar in the Grove..I was looking at a guy in a booth...he had a pitcher of beer in front of him... I was scared and angry and attracted to this person all at once- he was you. I was .at…

Settling after a showing...a space awaits me and for what? I am interested in creating a studio to work and build and make...I am moving...forward...I am moving...backwards and sideways and up and down but mostly...forward...I am perhaps...OK...again..OK...established and understanding myself...I am in a rut in a nook on a step…

Yesterday I found a pole studio right next to my neighborhood...I went ...I sat in a room with girls half my age and younger I was the old betty. I was also the most flexible student...( teacher was insane) and I was asked as she pulled my arms toward her…

I am not a perfect mother...by far...but I am honest and in tune and loving and stern. I am protective and supportive and fierce and intense. I am all of these things in the blink of a sneeze I am a mother...who has become aware that I am the best…

About two YEARS ago I began searching seriously for a Dr. that would perform my explant. I had taken four years to get my head around the idea and it was time to take action. This action was NOT based on physical illness. This explant was based on an emotional…

grow where you are planted..it is nicer and easier and the end result is always sweeter. I have returned to Miami with the play I ran in Edinburgh and it was better for the run..run run run as fast as you can....but in the end...it is being able to come…

not sure why I do it. Perhaps it is just inevitable to not be good at many things but lately...lately I have been pushing through the ego defying moments..sometimes at the brink of tears from the humiliation but still pushing. Because for some reason staying humble suits me and what…

becoming WOKE is not fun...it is a series of gross blows to myself that sometimes sending me reeling... Are these MY thoughts? .....Where did I find them....who gave them to me? Why did they stick? Perhaps they are in the ether and I am speaking the thinking.......I purge them ..but…