Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

It was roughly two o’clock in the morning and I was high on cocaine. I had just arrived home after working a double shift at the club. After twelve hours in my six-inch stilettos, I was a zombie on stage as the last song played. My feet throbbing and longing for a hot bath, I … Continue reading Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

More than a feeling

On the heels of Saturday's post, let's talk. Something made me hang on to that tattered cocktail napkin for 22 years. Something inside my spirit believed in what Dan saw. Just like something stopped me dead in my tracks, on what was to be my last night on the stripper pole at the age of … Continue reading More than a feeling

Boxes

Even though Spring is long gone, I'm still surrounded by old boxes. They're hanging out in all corners of my place, begging for my organizational attention. Some are filled with books I need to place on shelves I need to buy. Other boxes hold CDs, DVDs, hand-written letters, and various office space collectibles, like the … Continue reading Boxes