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Blog #49 – The Sterling Stalker…
In 1989, I’d grown weary of the brutally COLD winters in NYC, so I decided to move to Los Angeles with my boyfriend, Ashe, a sound engineer, when he got a job on the Rolling Stones tour. Unfortunately,...
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A more than public ANNOUNCEMENT….
These days my time is stretched so thin, I’m surprised I haven’t caused the SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM to snap and go offline! And if you don’t know what that means, GO watch a couple dozen episodes of STAR...
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Post #57 – After the Reckoning…
After witnessing Ronnie shagging the babysitter bitch, I stomped down the hallway screaming, “You fucking bastard!” and other colorful adjectives and bouts of swearing. I halfway hoped that Tim (our...
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Post #59 – Notes from a mostly angry woman…
I did some spring cleaning over the weekend, and I found some interesting communications, which I’ve posted in various places in my house over the years. I never thought it was a big deal that I’d...
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Post No. 60 My Confession…
I’m ashamed to write about this after all my blustering about infidelity, but now that my husband knows, I’ve decided to come clean. I’m a philanderer. I’ve been carousing with a long-haired lover. It...
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Post #108 – Thank You for reminding me of the Supreme Philanderer and my...
Round about 1993, I met an asshole named Allen through the personals in the newspaper. Stop laughing and smirking. After all, the Internet was in diapers then, and dating websites were sketchy, clunky...
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