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)

Walk of Shame

I knew this story had some legs. I just had no idea they'd take me twenty years down the road, to a phone line with Dr. Drew Pinsky, Mike Catherwood and comedian Greg Fitzsimmons. How it went down: I was tucked in bed last night about ready to log off my Twitter account, when the hilarious … Continue reading Walk of Shame

Don’t I know you? (excerpt)

As the fourth and final song faded and the DJ worked the crowd for applause, I made my way off the center stage. The balls of my feet were throbbing and I couldn't wait to release my toes. Beads of sweat tickled the small of my back and my cocaine-fueled heart thumping inside my chest … Continue reading Don’t I know you? (excerpt)