Janelle.
Janelle died this weekend. This isn’t going to be an eulogy. I never knew her well enough for that. She was in my circle – my periphery – for almost
Five Years.
I remember getting on stage the night after finding out that you’d killed yourself. “I can do this,” I thought. “I’m a professional.” I stood up there with the blinding
Persistence of Magic
Lexington will always be imbued with magic for me. (I refer, reader, to the one in Kentucky, not the one in Virginia where I went to college, although that has
