In the wake of a tragedy, there are no words.  

So I'm turning 43 this week.

My apologies to Judd Apatow fans across the country...I don't get it.​

There's one thing I know about the movie…

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I am happy to commence my page on movie reviews because the first movie is a great example of the "artist's" world.  

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I have decided, since music is such a significant part of my life, that I would start writing about it.

Last Thursday we went to Open Books in Chicago for an Evening of Speculative Fiction.

One of my favorite song's is…

Thanks to Apple I have another reason not to work on my novel.  Not that I am complaining...much.  

I pine for the kind of time you can only get on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

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With frozen, shaking hands, I approached the stage.  

Next Saturday, I'll mosey up to a stage at Mary's Attic in Chicago…​