The only person in my husband Funk’s family who really-really likes me is his father Chet. Since I’m a whore for a compliment, and since I get attached to anyone […]

  My beautiful sister Jane died very unexpectedly in 2016. I am 12 years younger than her. For most of my life, she seemed more like a mother to me […]

Pot Brownies and Speed You’re gonna think I’m a junkie. I’m not. I was just an early bloomer where it concerns recreational drugs and alcohol. I started when I was […]

Tina by Pencil (The Video Version) Where Community Meets Family I’ve been referring to the Big Blow ever since it occurred in September of 2020. That heartbreak and confusion is […]

Meeting Funk, The Third Four Months. April 1978 Mid-April 1978. It was a huge culture shock to meet Funk’s parents, especially his mother. One weekend morning Funk and I drove […]

Meeting Funk. The Second Four Months. Mid-January 1978. I drove to my parent’s home in Florida for winter break and stayed for a month. When I returned to Salem, I let […]

Meeting Funk, The First Four Months. September 1977. Salem, West Virginia. Three weeks into my initial semester of college. The first time I ever laid eyes on Funk was in […]

Moan. Moan. Moan. And not the good kind. The unbecoming kind. I’m finally making a post because I’m changing that mindset. I mean, if I can’t stand listening to myself […]

A sneak peek at the third and final book in the C’mon Funk Series, currently under development. Please let me know if it intrigues you enough to want to know […]

Begging for joints at the Summer Jam—28 July 1973. My 15-year-old self. “Mom, can I please go to the concert at Watkins Glen?” My mother. “Only if Steve says you […]