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About Me

I'm a daughter, sister, wife, mother and friend, co-owner and operator of the Nightingale Theater, and part-time Assistant at All Souls Church. I am an activist, pacifist, optimist, revolutionary culture jammer and yellow dog democrat. I eat meat, smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol and pee in the pool. I am overweight, underpaid, loved by all and feared by none.

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Someone who can change the world. Oh! That's you!

My Blog

The B.A. Diaries (29 May 1993)

Time is passing with greater velocity here.  There are things to do with people I know.  I'll be working at A.L. with Mom and J. starting next week.  J. took me out to the Tao Tao Resta...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 04:01:00 GMT

The B.A. Diaries (27 May 1993)

On the anniversary of my betrayal, and on the eve of the anniversary of the worst family tragedy since 1982, we continue... Okay.  There are several questions in dire need of answers.  1) W...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 03:37:00 GMT

The L.A. Diaries (27 May 1993)

Tulsa is a subtle void, a frigid woman, a black hole of apathy.  This town doesn't care about you or your expectations of fulfillment.  Everything good in this town goes bad over time.&nbs...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 14:28:00 GMT

The L.A. Diaries (27 May 1993)

Broken Arrow, OK I pulled in the driveway at 5am.  I drove like a demon from Flagstaff through Albuquerque, through Amarillo and Oklahoma City, and on to Tulsa.  I'm still delirious from s...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 14:14:00 GMT

The L.A. Diaries (25 May 1993)

I've been driving for four hours straight.  I have $700 in my pocket.  I'm eating a whopper.  I'm going home.  At this very moment, I feel like I could drive straight through witho...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 21:59:00 GMT

The L.A. Diaries (25 May 1993)

I can't sleep.  I'm starving.  It's twenty 'till one.  I'm at Denny's.  What's wrong with me?  Every time I close my eyes, all I can picture is J. and home.  I told him m...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 21:27:00 GMT

The L.A. Diaries (23 May 1993)

My Mother opened my eyes this afternoon.  I don't have to stay here.  I don't have to do anything at all.  I've realized, talking to her, that I've made myself a prisoner.  Thi...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 01:55:00 GMT

The L.A. Diaries (23 May 1993)

Yesterday marked my 2-month anniversary of life in beautiful, sunny, southern California.  I've had good, bad, happy and sad times.  I think I've spanned the spectrum already.  I've lau...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:42:00 GMT

The L.A. Diaries (21 May 1993)

Oh God!  Now what have I done?  I called S. to let him know that Saturday morning wouldn't be such a good time to get together after all (writing class) and who answered the phone?  Lit...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 14:38:00 GMT

The L.A. Diaries (20 May 1993)

Ah, finally  a little spice gets thrown into my life.  Remember that nice young man who asked for and got my phone number in the grocery store Monday night?  Well, his wife decided to rin...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 13:25:00 GMT