Monthly Archives: December 2002

It is a caring mother’s responsibility never to let her head throb like this. But last night, amidst the chaos that is laughably called our newly-painted apartment, I dug out my leather pants, got Jackson’s girlfriend (babysitter) to come over, … Continue reading →

Phew! We’re alive, no worries. Dad’s okay, recovering in the hospital from a quintuple bypass. If he manages to shake it off and pee for the nurse, he’ll have a new life as a morphine addict, but hey. Somehow in … Continue reading →

A few thoughts on Thanksgiving in Palm Springs. 1. Driving past the Betty Ford clinic on the way to buy ice cream can fill you with a slightly darker brand of holiday spirit. Not the Belushi speedball spirit, and not … Continue reading →

I’ve never indulged in so much recreational eating and, at the end of it all, found that I’d lost weight. Which, you know, supports the cancer (or any other wasting disease you want to contribute) theory. Except that my bloody … Continue reading →