Flying to and from Michigan soon.  So excited to see everyone. HOWEVER, my rock (and personal handler), my husband Bill, won’t be going with me. That’s right, this fat old lady is going to be flying solo. I admit I’m a little nervous about COVID-19 and the variants, even though I am fully vaxxed and…

I was thinking about how many people were so unhappy during their school years – especially high school; and I started wondering how and why I got off so easy.  I was a fat girl who played French horn, never wore makeup, was clueless about her hair, bit her nails to stubs and didn’t dress…

Got my flyer announcing our 50 YEAR High School Reunion. WTSF? It’s not until next year, but still … How did I get this old? (Seriously – if you knew all the truly stupid things I have done in my life, you’d be wondering too – how did she get to be a fat OLD…

When I read the little blurb on BookBub for this book, I was instantly intrigued.  Using the premise of Stepford Wives as a jumping off point – this book takes you on a real rollercoaster of a ride.  This is Stepford Wives from the viewpoint of a robot (or womanoid), who is starting to realize…

Some fat old ladies should avoid consuming inordinate amounts of trail mix. Trail mix in. Trail mix out. Just not as easy going out. You have been warned. You’re welcome.

Performing at the MCCV with my dear friend Chrissy Akard (who is in the hospital with an infected knee – get better Chrissy – you’ll always be a class act!)

Thanks to a beautiful illustration shared to a FB friend, I was introduced to the beautiful, whimsical and surreal art of Norwegian artist, author and illustrator Lisa Aisato (Lisa Aisato N’jie Solberg).  Much of her art features thin characters; but she has plenty of fat bodies represented in her art as well – especially older…

Remember when you used to get hearing tests at school?  They stressed me out so much.  I was stressed because I didn’t know my left from my right and I was sure they were going to ask me to use those identifiers during the test.  The reason I didn’t know my left from my right…

People who know me, know that I am not easily horrified. I am now kind of horrified. The skin on my nipple is peeling. WTSF? I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.  But mostly, I’ll probably laugh (with just a dash of hysteria). I have entered bizarro-world.  The skin on your nipple isn’t…

Live theater is on its way back.  Auditions are still mostly by video submission, but we are promised that the rehearsals and performances will be live – back in the theater and, hopefully, before a live audience. Right now, I feel I am in no shape for auditioning.  But while I’m recuperating, this seems a…