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)

Lost, Found, London

    I recently opened a box mailed to me from my mother back home in Hawaii that was sitting in her garage since the late 80's. I was more than a little nervous thinking about what was inside but I had an idea; memories I wanted gone but wasn't ready to abandon completely. Once … Continue reading Lost, Found, London

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