I grew up with a grandmother that some would have called bat shit crazy, but to us she was just eccentric. My dad likes to tell stories about my grandmother and I must admit to never tiring of hearing this one, but just to set things up a little I’m going to share a… Read More A Writer’s Deam…An Eccentric Grandmom

I’d just turned seventeen when my dad asked if he could talk with me. “Pizza Pie, do you have a moment to talk?” My nickname, Pizza Pie is a whole other story. Oh shit, I thought. I was getting ready to go off to college in a week. I’d been bored in high school so… Read More Sex Advice From Dad

My sisters and I spent all our childhood summer vacations with my grandparents in Baltimore, Maryland and my Grandmother had three consistent messages for us: 1. You have to suffer to be beautiful 2. Sit up straight or you’ll get a hump in your back 3. You need to curl the ends of your hair… Read More You Have to Suffer to be Beautiful

Okay my first clue that I was a lesbian should have been my dogged refusal to carry a purse. When I was growing up I stuffed my license, money, keys, etc into whatever pants I was wearing. If a pair of pants didn’t have pockets, I wouldn’t buy them. My mother tried, bless her heart,… Read More My Idea of a Purse