Excuse me…

If you've ever watched old Saturday Night Live Episodes, you've seen Steve Martin doing the whole, "Excuuuuuse me!!" A friend of mine corrected me on my shit. I'm woman enough to say, "Yeah, okay, I can accept that I was wrong." Which I did. Then, ol' Steve does it again. Allow me to roll back … Continue reading Excuse me… →

Why I Can’t Get Down With Stephen King

My mother was a consumer of books. She read poetry, books in Spanish, mystery and horror. It seems as though she read whatever she could get her hands on. I remember browsing the shelves on weekends, looking for something to read. I ran across her Stephen King collection. "What's this one about?" I held up … Continue reading Why I Can’t Get Down With Stephen King →