Funk, a long way from the sticks of West Virginia. Or, as I call it, West V*gina
Funk, a long way from the sticks of West Virginia. Or, as I call it, West V*gina. Because I’ve been afraid to fly for 20 years, I’ve saved up an […]
Funk, a long way from the sticks of West Virginia. Or, as I call it, West V*gina. Because I’ve been afraid to fly for 20 years, I’ve saved up an […]
Funk, in the a** of a redwood tree. If you look real close, you’ll see my husband’s “I’m-having-fun face.” Kill me now. (xo)
An amazing thing! Getting to see beloved Phil Lesh of the Grateful Dead on his home turf! That, and the Big Guy’s continued journey toward becoming an official Dead lover. […]
Funk forwarded me this article the other day, and included this message in his email, as if I wanted to know all this! “In addition to TIF etc., the deal […]
Today is 2 years since my sister Janes’s too-soon death. Some things I’ve learned: I really miss her something awful I wish I would’ve known her true value to me […]
“I had that put up there for you.” Words uttered by my husband, upon seeing a message painted on the side of an abandoned building. If only he were HALF […]
Funk is so weird. Since I was 13 years old, I’ve been hanging with the same group of friends from Long Island. Of course, living in the Midwest for 25 […]
Since I was 13 years old, I’ve been hanging with the same group of friends from Long Island. Of course, living in the Midwest for 25 years, Funk had only […]