Don’t Think Twice, or How to Survive the Internet
Much like the band, my post about the Chili Peppers won’t go away. It got kicked back into circulation a few weeks ago, this time because the Chili Peppers … Continue reading
Cigarettes, Alcohol and Everything Else
Cigarettes and alcohol, 1983 (Photo by Katy Lyle used w/o permission) I didn’t plan to quit smoking. I planned to go get another pack of cigarettes when I was down … Continue reading
Life, Death, and Facebook
I wasn’t too excited when Facebook launched “On This Day,” which they describe as “a new way to look back” and I describe as “an irritating souvenir of every mistake … Continue reading
OK, Stupid
I reactivated my OK Cupid account last week. It may be because I’m bored, or it could be that I need something to think about other than how much I … Continue reading
She’s Like 50
When I was working at E!, my boss, John, emailed me for contact information for a publicist. Rather than go to the database and look up her email, I … Continue reading
Everybody Hurts
I missed my flight to Boston yesterday. It was accidentally on purpose. I think I convinced myself that if I missed my flight, I wouldn’t have to go to Boston, … Continue reading
Sexual Healing
I haven’t blogged in a while. I want to appear cheery and well-adjusted, and I’ve been irritated, annoyed, disgruntled and exasperated. Until today, the only thing I’d written since July was … Continue reading
Crazy in Love
On Valentine’s Day 2014, I did the unfathomable and had dinner with my cousin Rick and his then-fiance, Annie. I knew it wasn’t a great idea. Unabashed in … Continue reading
I Cringe, Therefore I Am
Back in the punk rock days of early 80s Boston, there was always a reason to go out. There were shows, parties, and after-parties, and if nothing else was going … Continue reading
A Decidedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again
A month ago, after I discovered the photos I’d left in my storage space, I posted a photo on my Facebook wall of me and Eddie Vedder in Amsterdam. I … Continue reading
This Is My Confession
When my friend Nancy asked what was going on with my memoir, I told her I wasn’t writing it. I waited for her to ask why — it was a … Continue reading
A Remembrance of Things Past, and the Lack Thereof
I’ve been avoiding going to my storage space since August of 2010, when I moved (or “moved”) to Australia. I was convinced that the evidence of my former life would … Continue reading
Just Checking In, or Still Fucked, But Less So
I didn’t make a decision to stop posting back in February, or even to take a break. Time just got away from me, as it tends to do, and … Continue reading
Live From The Grayish Carpet 