sometimes i'm proud of myself and sometimes i can't figure out why i'm not more upset. i was expecting to be a wreck. i mean, i'm an emotional wimp. i was sure i'd be depressed and cry all the time and stare at the ceiling weeping all night long instead of sleeping ( Read more... )

Throughout the years, lots of people have asked, "So how did you and your husband meet?" to which I would answer, "in school" and then they would say, "Oh really, how old were you?" and I would pause and then say "Eleven ( Read more... )

Years and years ago, I knew my mom had named me for a song. Not "Oh Susannah" or anything annoying. "A beautiful song," she said. Something from the '60s or '70s. She was never able to find it again. She tried describing it to someone and they played her a song and she hated it! "That can't be it!" she said. She gave up and decided she was crazy ( Read more... )

Ben and I were at the park late the other night, as Stephen accidentally let him sleep until 3:30 p.m. (he's supposed to get up at 2 p.m. don't even get me started) and Stephen was at choir practice. Ben asked to walk Holly-doggie, so I hooked her up to her leash and brought her along. We were almost done with the park when I heard music coming ( Read more... )

Last week, a reporter wrote a Bumbershoot preview story for me featuring some of the performers who were going to be there. It came in a little short, so I asked him to add to it. I also noticed the headliners and said I couldn't believe he hadn't mentioned that Joss Stone was going to be there. He rolled his eyes at me (clearly our tastes are NOT ( Read more... )

I got a CD sent to me at work, which is nothing new, but the cover and press material actually caught my eye this time. Usually the CDsI get are no-name garage bands, very punk or grunge. For the most part, nothing I would ever voluntarily listen to. But there are a few exceptions. Last fall, a CD came with a funky song on it called "Go go" which I ( Read more... )