Seventeen years ago yesterday, my three-year-old daughter and I traveled with a friend of mine and her three-year-old daughter to see my favorite singer, Rick Springfield. We traveled three hours to Eureka, Missouri, to the Six Flags amusement park, a few miles west of St. Louis. Editing my Rick Springfield memoir, the memories of concerts […]

Dear Estranged Daughter, I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. You came out with dark brown hair covering the top of your tiny head. We only stayed in the hospital overnight before we got to go home. But you had your days and nights mixed up. With your maternal grandma’s help,

Summer is here. And I have a love-hate relationship with it. Hate is probably too strong of a word for the way I use it here, but for the sake of the what I mean here, I will use it. The older I get the more I enjoy the warmer temperatures. I prefer the sun