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The late, great Bill Hicks, when he was bored, read the dictionary. I didn’t quite get it at the time, but sure do now, since I too have come to love words.
Today would have been Bill’s 55th birthday. I tend to celebrate it like any other poignant anniversary, with revered remembrance and lots of love. I wrote once about how we’d turn one another on to movies we loved, the other … Continue reading
Bill Hicks used to tell me that every time I complained about rain. Of course it was more, it’s just fucking water, but it made an impression, so I try not to let it stand in my way. That said, … Continue reading
I have an image, where everyone I know who’s dead, are all at the same cocktail party having a grand old time. Hicks, Jack, Joyce, Nancy, Phil, my grandfather, even Auntie Ida, who in unison all cluck… “Susannah, trust us … Continue reading
I’m in line at the bank. There’s a mother with, I’d say, a four year-old boy, clutching a stuffed cat. One of those squishy ones. I think they’re called Jellycats. He suddenly says to his mother, “I smell cake.” She’s … Continue reading
Rocky and Coco Mazzilli are coming to stay with me for a week while their dad’s in LA, better known as Hell-A, to quote Bill Hicks. They stopped by yesterday to see if my place was to their liking, you … Continue reading
Reading is very personal, something I’ve recently learned no longer sending as gifts, what I think people should read. With few exceptions, no one ever seems to care for my choices. So instead, I’ll be more democratic listing my recommendations … Continue reading
I’m sitting in Starbucks watching the moon float by like a fly ball in slo-mo. After waking up in tears, a slew of bad dreams beneath my belt, wondering, what possibly could be the cause, then it hit. Today, the … Continue reading
For as long as I can remember a pink rose greeting you first thing in the morning was right up there with the sun. Continue reading