typical, i’ve a strong sense of occasion and nothing really to say.  today is 22nd november.  58 years ago, the woman i’ve spent the last 18 years writing about was sitting beside her husband when he was shot by a man using a mail order rifle (retail = $19.95).

on silence

for the last few weeks, i’ve been working on a thing that lacks form– it may be an article or it may be a book. it is, undoubtedly, a story in progress. i’ve pursued it through haphazard writing and numerous conversations over expensive dinners i can’t really afford. still, i do not know what it […]

my life with jackie

it is like a nesting doll, my life with jackie. a series of anniversaries, each now saturated in its own memories. because when you write about someone else, you are ultimately writing about yourself. when you write about someone for twenty-five years, writing about that person is actually you living your life.


such was the nature of 2018 that i- a woman with her good ear perpetually to the ground of celebrity gossip- TOTALLY DID NOT KNOW THIS. not until, like, now. when i was reading an essay on memphis music and thought biography.com wasn’t enough of a credible source and wondered if there were any biographies […]