Live From The Grayish Carpet

Life on the Other Side of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll

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

February 17, 2015 · 3 Comments

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

February 17, 2015 · Leave a comment

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

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

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

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

My Back Pages

I wrote once before that I’d tell anyone anything except how much I weighed.    It’s not true. I won’t tell anyone that I was molested in nursery school.  It’s … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

Kenny from South Park and the Importance of Being Walter

Until March, when I took care of Walter and Kenny for my friend Rachael, I didn’t understand the whole dog thing. I loved Hoover, my father and stepmother’s dog, but … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

I’ve spent the last 14 weeks dogsitting. That’s why I haven’t been blogging; I blog out of a desire to connect, and despite being dogs, Walter and Kenny have met … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

Older, Wiser, and Happy to be Half-Assed

Yesterday was my birthday.  As soon as I woke up, I thought about everything I told myself I’d do to mark the day:   quit smoking, lay off the caffeine, … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

Honey, I’m Home, or Swimming Pools, Movie Stars

I shouldn’t have been shaky about covering the junket for Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters 3D this past weekend.  I mean, while I may have taken public transportation to the  Four … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

When New Things Happen to Old People

I’ve been in denial. I was convinced that the mailed offers to join AARP were sent in error, and, when an ad for a dating service appeared on my Facebook … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · 2 Comments

I Was A Pixie Wife

Although it’s the 20th anniversary of the day I got married, I’m not celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss.   I’m merely noting that 20 years ago this week, in … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · 2 Comments

Expletives Not Deleted

It’s a trick.  I’m not writing about being fucked, fucking off, or fucking assholes, except in retrospect: I didn’t post for three months because I left San Francisco, visited Boston, … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment